Mine

Chapter 34

AN: I sincerely apologize for the last chapter. Music is OPTIONAL.
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"I told you- the last seven times you came to my apartment!" I say angrily as I walk to the door and fling it open.
"I don't want any Girl Scout cooki-" I freeze.

January 26th, 2006: 2 months earlier...

I open my eyes to the bright light filtering through the blinds. I was never asleep in the first place, just thinking. I get up and immediately flop back down. Reaching out, I grab my phone and look at the stopwatch on the manually dimmed screen.

It's has been 9 hours and 48 minutes.

I throw my phone under my pillow and groan angrily. Tears have dried on my eyes and I get up. Brown, cardboard boxes are piled higher than my head and I look around. There is only a small pile of things that need to be packed now. They sit on my bed and I rip my eyes from them, deciding that it is too painful for it now. I walk down the trailer and let my fingers brush the sides. It is bland and there are no mugs or spoons. Utensils and clothes are in the boxes and I sigh. Checking the time, I feel a tear run down my face.

It has been 10 hours.

I grab each box and shove it into the trunk of my car before standing on the wooden deck.

"She's upset you know?" I hear a voice similar to mine and turn around towards Finn walking towards me.
"What are you doing here?" I say through my clenched jaw.
"I'm your brother Derek." He says as he walks to me.
"Not anymore," I say softly.
"I am your brother. That won't change. I know that you understand why Meredith broke up with me. I know you understand why I was with Addie, why I won over Mer, why I've been changing my mind and refusing to stay with someone." He says as I sit on the deck.
"Why did she break up with you?" I ask as he sits next to me.
"I told her, on our birthday. I told her I went to see dad and that my car broke down. What was I supposed to tell her?" He asks.
"The truth. You should have told her the truth. The whole truth." I mutter.
"What? That... I still go to the grave of my high school sweetheart and sit there for hours wondering if she's actually there?" He asks.
"Emily died over a decade ago Finn," I say softly.
"We don't know that. She could still be somewhere...looking for me. I cannot give that up." He says.
I look at him from the corner of my eyes and nod.
"Well, I didn't come here to talk about myself, I came here for you. You and Meredith. You guys are the definition of love. Please don't quit on her."
"How am I supposed to be with her if all I can think about is how much I hurt her? How am I supposed to stay here not being with her?" I say as we get up.
"Did you sell the land?" He asks.
"Mark insists on me keeping it." I chuckle.
He nods and turns to walk away.
"Look out for her. For me." I say and watch him nod.
He gets in his car and drives away.

I sigh and walk back into the almost empty trailer with a small, empty box. Flopping on the bed, I place the box beside my head close my eyes. They refuse to send me into a constant state of sleep. I groan softly and look at the one pile of things that I haven't packed. I can just barely see a hint of Meredith through the ray of sunlight. Grabbing the box, I sit up on the bed and stare at the potpourri of items. I glance at the pile and slowly hold up a picture of Meredith and me. Tears flow freely out of my eyes as I remember exactly where and when the photo was taken. I was behind Meredith and she was resting against my chest. We looked so happy as we ate the cake for her birthday. She bit my nose playfully and sucked on the leftover frosting in the picture. I place the photograph in the box and look at the next picture. I was kissing her in this one. Her lips are so soft and warm, like home they are welcoming and relaxing. I place that one in the box as well before gazing at a long filmstrip of photos. One where we are smiling wide and another where she is making a funny face. I laugh a little, being able to remember every detail from every second I was with her. I pick up her spare conditioner and open the bottle to sniff. I breathe in the scent deeply and sigh thinking of her hair. I put it in the box and wipe my eyes seeing one more thing in the pile. The pair of cufflinks stay on the bed for a while while I stare. I watch the sunlight move across the indentation of the brain and gently pick it up. My thumb runs over the outline and I place them in the box. I close it and stand up. My eyes gaze along with the trailer the last time, remembering every moment I had here with her. I sigh and grab a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket.
"Out of residence," I mutter as I write.
I shut the door and stick the blue post-it on the door.