The human body is a temple. Think about it. Your heart is pumping blood, your stomach digesting food, immune system fighting bacteria. I mean, who wouldn't worship how much work your whole body puts into itself. But we don't treat it that way. No, we inhale calories by the mouthful, contract deadly diseases through choices made, and even stay in doomed relationships that cause us harm physically and emotionally. The heart is deadly, so ready to turn that temple into a garbage disposal. And we let it control us until we can't take the pain anymore, red in the face from all the mistakes we've made let take the wheel. You meet the person who you hate to love and the rest is history. Does it have to be this way? What will happen when we try to change the ending?

Owen Hunt was captivating. Just one look at his concentration in the ER, and you could tell something about him was magical. His hands work wonders, repairing the most damaged people. He was a fast thinker, quick on his feet. An intense lover, throwing himself in headfirst. Owen was a multitude of things, but he wasn't menacing, nor intentionally violent I tell myself. He has a condition of PTSD, Mer knows that, but when she looks at me pleading with those eyes of hers to get out, I can't help but feel my heart break even more. I mean, what does she know anyway? She dated McDreamy when he was married to someone else. At least I've never been in a love triangle. Besides, Owen needs me. Doesn't he?

I shake my thoughts as the vents suddenly lift and I get the exalting thrill I need to forget everything. Sometimes I think this is better than dancing it out with Meredith. I throw my arms up, the air tossing my hair wildly making me feel more alive than I've felt in awhile. The swish takes over and I can't even think anymore. The door behind me opens and I turn quickly. I remember his words, "anything can happen". I believe I can forget. I have to forgive him for his condition which involves hurting me.

There he is, leaning against the closed door with that stupid sorrowful look on his face. I want to say it's okay, or even that I love him, but neither of those words come out of my mouth. I cannot even say his name. Instead I reach out for him, close the gap he cannot... that he won't. I embrace him with flaws and all.