This is just a short Calzona fic where I try and work out my feels.
"You know you're the only person who called me calliope, besides my parents."
Arizona doesn't respond, as if contemplating her answer.
"I can't call you that anymore. Calliope was mine, Callie is a stranger."
"I miss you Arizona. Is there any way we can be friends again. I miss the perky girl strutting about the hospital in her wheelies."
"That girl died when the plane fell out of the sky. She doesn't wear wheelies. She doesn't strut about like she owns the place." Arizona keeps her voice steady. "You talk about not being tall anymore. What about me, Callie? What about the inches I've lost? I'm not fighting for us anymore. I don't want to fight with you. But I do not want to be your friend either. We can work at the same hospital without being friends. I don't have to duck you at hallways but I don't have to smile and say hi to you either. Callie is a stranger to me, let me continue to pretend that I see you without knowing where my hands have been, where you like to be touched, where you are ticklish. Let me continue to pretend I don't know how hot my touch once made you"
"Arizona," Callie comes closer. She can feel the blonde's warm breath. She brushes the strands away from her face, cupping her face as she tucks them behind her ears. "You still make me plenty hot." She pushes open the door to the on-call room pulling in Arizona with her and shuts it behind the two of them. "I can show you"