Me After You

And there it was. The piercing tone that signaled that her heart had stopped beating. I had the feeling that my air was cut off so that I could no longer breathe and the emptiness that opened up in me was so unbearable that I had to pull myself together in order not to collapse. How would I make in without her? I didn't know, but what was super clear was that she was gone. I would never be able to see her again, never be able to touch her again, never be able to be with her again, I would never be able to apologize and it felt like I was dying with her.

This is a story about what would have happened if Meredith had died in season 11 instead of Derek.

Some rights to grey's anatomy. Not all my characters.