The Way It Ends

32. I still do

hannahgxo6 this chapter is just for you!!! Hope everyone else enjoys!!
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Meredith walked out of his room with puffy eyes to lay beside Tom and cuddle. But that's not what happened. As soon as she got in his room and saw him sitting up in the bed with a concerned look she got very worried.
"What's wrong?" She asked crawling into bed.
"I don't know, you tell me?" He sounded angry.
"I don't know what you want me to tell you," she looked around to see if she did something to the room.
"You kissed him?" His eyes were filled with betrayal. He wasn't one to get jealous but a kiss, not even he can take.
"You, you saw that?" Her face dropped.
"I heard it. Meredith do you still love him?" He turned to her. "Because if you do, please spare me the misery," he stroked her cheeks. Goosebumps occurred on her body as the warm touch of his palm touched her skin.
"Tom," she said quietly, "I do love him." Tears were forcing their way out of his eyes. He looked down trying to hide it, "Tom please look at me," she said as she lifted his head up by his chin. "Those feelings don't go away over five months, but Tom," she scotched closer to him. "I love you more, the way I feel about is-, I never felt that way about him." She had both her hands on his face.
"You love me?" He was shocked to hear her say that.
"Yes I love you Tom. How can I not?" The tears that were begging to come out, rolled down her cheeks. Tom looked at her lovingly and pulled her in for a close hug, "I love you too," he said finally letting his tears leave his eyes, "But why did you kiss him?" He pulled back. Meredith had her hand over her mouth like she saw something horrifying. "I-, Mer I didn't mean to make you cry," he caressed her arms trying calm her.
"Oh god Tom it was horrible," she said through her tears.
"What was?" He turned over to her and pulled her in close.
"Everything. The kidnapping, the shooting, everything. And they all just came back, the pain the fear as I saw Derek there shaking begging for my life. He wouldn't wake up Tom," she looked back up at him, "he just laid there shaking screaming my name. I tried everything to wake him, slapped his face softly, nothing. I had no choice, you have to believe that. I remember that being the only thing that calmed him." She sniffled, "Are you mad?"
"Well if you put it that way I can't really get mad at you because how would that looked," he laughed making her chuckle a little, "It hurts. But I know you did what you had to do," he caressed her cheeks, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," she pulled the end of her sleeves over her hand.
"Are you cold?" He asked. "Let's go to bed then," he saw her nod. He tucked her in and slipped in beside him. "Sweet dreams," he said before they were both sound asleep in each other's arms.

Derek woke up the next morning more tired then before. His eyes were all swollen up and his hands hurt from all the cutting he did before trying to commit. He got up very hungry. Remembering last night he thought he'd do something nice for the couple and cook breakfast. Before going into the kitchen he peeked through the doors of Tom's room to see if they were asleep. He saw Meredith cuddled up next to Tom's chest like she used to do it with him and they're legs tangled up. He gave a light smile. Even though it pained him to see her with someone else, it was relieving to see her so happy. He would never want her to be hurt.

He turned around and walked away. He went into the kitchen and checked the fridge for eggs. He didn't want to make too much of a mess without his permission so he decided to do scrambled eggs. He got a bowl out of the cupboard and cracked five eggs in them. Then he whisked them together added a little salt and pepper. He had a little oil in a pan and splashed the egg mixture in it. With a wooden spoon he started mixing it together eventually scrabbling the egg.

"What's that smell?" Meredith woke up hardly opening her eyes.
"I don't know," he yawned, "wait I thought you were cooking? Who's cooking if you're here?" They sat up so fast, "Derek!" They jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.
"Morning sleepyheads," he turned around with a pan in his hand smiling with teeth.
"Wait, you're making breakfast?" Meredith asked.
"Of course I am. What did you think I was doing?" He looked at her confused.
"Nothing," she pouted her lips and stood up straight. "Derek your arm!" She came over to him worried. She didn't see his scars yesterday because he was wearing long sleeves, but they were so visible now and deep.
"Oh don't worry about it, it's nothing," he pulled his arms out from under her touch trying to keep his smile.
"Derek-," she said softly.
"Meredith don't worry about it," he had a stern voice.
"You remember the thing you told me when I tried to cut myself," she looked him in those innocent eyes filled with agony.
"No?" He lied.
"Yes you do," she slowly blinked, "and Derek," she tried to catch his eyes with hers, "you wouldn't do that to me would you," she bit on both of her lips.
"No," he looked down in embarrassment.
"No," she shook her head. Derek put the pan down and collapsed into her arms. She embraced the hug as she looked at Tom with sad eyes. She shook her head as she couldn't believe what was happening. She turned her head away from Tom's stare, who was so sorry for Derek.