Hey all, this is just a small piece I wrote in like ten minutes. It definitely outside my box, I never really write in first person, nor in Erica's POV much. It's right after Erica's last scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, it belongs to Shonda and company.
A/N: Please review!
I knew that I had hurt you. I knew from the moment those words came flying from my mouth and hit you dead in the face, that I had cut you deep. I don't know you…at all. I wanted to take them back, I really did, but my pride and anger over what this hospital had been keeping from me had led to my brain pulling everything you had done to me over the last few weeks to the forefront. I loved you, hell I still love you and nothing is going to change that, but when you came to me and told me you had slept with Mark twice in one day, the day we had woken up together after a night of passion and fire, I thought my heart was at my feet and my stomach was in my throat. I knew we hadn't confirmed anything at that point, but it still hurt, it hurt like hell. Now I stand in my living room and completely melt down at seeing your heels and skirt in a heap by my loveseat. I don't know what I was thinking, I do know you, I know that you get all ahhh and the clingy, and I just hadn't let you get to that point yet. I want to take it all back, everything, that whole conversation. Only it's too late now, because sometimes words cut the deepest. I jump at my doorbell and curse whoever is on the other side of the door for disturbing my self destruction. A slowly crawl my way to a standing position and slowly pace to the door. Upon opening it, I meet a pair of dark chocolate eyes that reflect hurt and sadness.
"You know me."
I am speechless, my brain won't allow me to speak or move, so I stand there just staring into the auburn abyss. Something shifts in those orbs, and I see it loud and clear. She isn't going to let us die, she is ready to fight for what we have. A wave of emotion takes me away from shore, and instantly she is there as my lifesaver, pulling me back to safe ground. I feel myself being moved further into my house and before I know it I am curled in her strong arms, being comforted, even though I was the one who inflicted the harm to us. We lay there, engulfed in a silence that is threatening to suffocate us if words are not spoken.
"I'm sorry," I whisper softly, wondering if she even heard me at all.
"I know."
Lips brush against my forehead as fingers intertwine with mine, and I know that we aren't finished, not even close. This is the beginning of something beautiful, and knowing that she is willing to fight makes me put on the armor as well.
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