A/N: So this is after 7.13. Gave another take of it; what if Arizona wasn't as strong on her own, when her Calliope wasn't by her side to support her? Naturally, I really love the original take on it, and I'm really happy she fell in love with Sofia. But, what if things hadn't happened that way?
7.13 pm.
An hour exactly Calliope had stood with her in that elevator until she was ready to run. Again.
Arizona unlocked the door with a heavy heart that night. She was about to close the door when she saw her fucking neighbours. Heart clenching so tightly as her eyes locked with her Calliope, she slammed the door furiously. Just like Calliope did when she returned.
Her sweet Calliope, her beautiful girlfriend who slept with Mark fucking Sloan.
Her girlfriend who slept with someone else when she got abandoned in the airport by Arizona herself.
When Arizona was crying her guts out every night in Malawi.
She lied down in the big empty bed, suddenly lost in an overwhelming wave of helplessness. Curled up in a foetal position, tears streaming down, she screamed into her pillow. The scentless pillow. She remembered how she used to love hugging the pillows when Callie was on call. Her scent would always be on the pillows and it made Arizona feel safe.
There wasn't any scent left.
Pushing me away
Your actions hurt
You want me back
Go fuck yourself
Or fuck Mark.
Love is all I have
All I had for you
What's left for me?
Nothing but tears.
No more pain.
No more sorrow.
All for you. Goodbye
My Calliope Torres
Love of my life.
Callie opened the door later that night to find a crushed piece of paper, with the poem written on it. Tear stains blotched several words and a drop of blood marred the word "Love".
Arizona Robbins was gone and once again, someone had completely left her life for good. This time, it was by her own actions, her own fucking fault. Head in her hands, her tears fell and she blamed it on the hormones. She would be strong for the baby, but she wouldn't give Arizona up. She couldn't.
"I'll find you, Arizona."