"There's no I in team, Cristina," Burke told her once when she refused to pick a pair of flowers for the wedding. "You can't expect us to be a team for eternity if you don't become part of the team."
Now as she lay there on her empty apartment, she thinks she should have told him to shut it and choose the lilies. You never can go wrong with lilies.
Run away, Burke, run away before it's too late.
Before you realize I'm not what you need.
(Therefore, she's not what he wants).
She should have told him that, but what would have been the point? Cristina knew he was a smart man, it was his intelligence and skill as a surgeon that made her attracted to him in the first place; so she didn't have to tell him, he knew.
She just wishes he had known sooner.
Not... while she was wearing her white dress, not while she was wearing that generational choker, not while she couldn't breathe.
Now she had fight the urges to yell at anyone who gave her pitiful looks and asked her if she was fine when they knew the real answer.
"Yang wouldn't be anywhere if it weren't for Dr. Burke," Erica Hahn explained to chief Webber after he appeased her. "I'm not working with her."
Anywhere? She's stuck in the same place since the very beginning, unlike him who is God Knows Where.
But the truth is, where would Burke be without her? She was his hands, she was his ticket to winning.
"Some things happen for a reason," Meredith said when she ran out of inspirational things to say.
Now Cristina is sitting here in her couch, waiting for a reason that won't come.
There's no I in team, but there's no him in Cristina.
Maybe she should sell the couch, it still smells like him.