Disclaimer: Even though I wish I owned Life With Derek, Moonlight or Twilight I don't. They are property of the Family Channel, CBS and Stephanie Meyer.

God I can't do this, I shouldn't do this. Just standing here the memories are too strong. I can't bring myself to open the door to his room, I feel like at any moment he'll come stomping up the stairs to stop right in front of me and start a screaming match for attempting to go into his room. In my heart I know he's okay, I know he's going to come back to me. I know it in my heart but my mind isn't quite so sure. In my mind I know there is barely any chance at him coming back.

He made his mind up, he chose to leave. No one forced him. At least I'm pretty sure no one did. Oh God, what if someone told him to leave? What if he was threatened? I have to find out, I have to find him but were do I start looking? Maybe I can find clues to were he might be

"In his room" I said out loud.

Now I have to go in. I took a deep breath then opened the door to Derek's room. I looked around just in case maybe it had been some kind of joke and he was asleep in his bed. As I glanced at it I noticed it was made. His bed was made! I started to actually look around, I noticed that his whole room was clean. Tears started to sting my eyes as I saw that not one piece of clothing was on the floor. The room looked nothing like I had grown accustomed to in the past three years. I walked to his dresser and saw that there was nothing in the drawers. I ran to the closet in hopes of finding that he had at least left a few things to remind us of his existence. There wasn't a single thing. There was nothing in this room. The only things in his room were the bed, the dresser, and his desk with his computer. There was nothing else no pictures, no papers, nothing at all.

Just as I was about to break down and cry something caught my attention. There on his desk were several manila envelopes, six to be exact and a letter on top of the stack. I slowly made my way to the desk.

Once I was standing in front of the desk I slowly picked up the letter on the envelope it read To Everyone in true Derek Venturi scrawl. At the sight of that I quickly scanned the tops of all the manila envelops and saw each one had a different name. I quickly snatched up all the envelopes a bit shocked at how much mine weighed. I made my way to the living room and saw that barely anyone had moved from where we had been sitting when we realized what had happened with Derek.

His stuff was still on the table with a small note that said Sorry but I left for good the note implied our worst nightmare. Mom was still being comforted by George she was crying her heart out as George tried to hold it in without being able to. On the other side of the couch Edwin was comforting a crying Lizzie and an in consolable Marti. My voice cracked as I said, "Everyone I found something in Derek's room." At that they all turned to me trying to reign in their tears.

"I found these on Derek's desk they were the only things there." My voice cracked again. I put the envelopes on the coffee table and grabbed the letter I opened it. I started reading it aloud...

A.N. Okay I fixed it up. Thank you barbequed hamster for pointing that out to me.