Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor do I pretend to, this is all just for entertainment and I am not making any money on this story.
A/N: Just a little one-shot that popped into my head a few months back, I hope you enjoy. Please read and review :-)
She walks out as the elevator doors close and block her figure from my view.
'What am I going to do?' I think to myself as the elevator leaves me at my floor. A week ago life was simple, all I had to worry about was work, how to do the surgery and not screw up, but now there are choices and babies, wants and needs, and worse of all consequences, last week we were in love, this week, I still love her and I think she still loves me but we can't be together because of choices and babies and wants and need, this is the consequence.
I wouldn't be in this situation if she hadn't kissed me that first time so many months ago, there would be no talks of babies and vacations, there wouldn't be random patients with phone numbers, and I wouldn't have to miss her, miss her arms wrapped around me as we slept, her kisses in the morning, and all of this would have been easier to forget if she hadn't just kissed me again in the elevator, but I'll never forget it because I still love her and I always will, even if there is no us.
Going home is the easy part, there used to be a time when going home meant never leaving, but those days are behind me, a lot of things are behind me, she seems to be the only thing that matters anymore, that and broken bones. I would have given up everything for her, I did give up everything, but this is one thing I couldn't forfeit and it hurts me to know that it ended us, the one thing that we couldn't agree on and it had to be the most important.
Another elevator, this one different than the last, another building, another floor, all leading to an empty apartment with an empty bed and a broken heart. My life is empty now, riddled with holes that I fear only she can fill. Nights are filled with tossing and turning, sleep escapes me as I lie alone in the bed we no longer share, and through it all I wish we could change, change our minds, change what happened, change who we are, but there is no changing all of that, you are who you are no matter how much you want to change.
Empty elevators like empty parking lots can hurt you, accidents like buses, betrayals like cheating and stolen organs all leave you broken, but you live on with the scars, scars that are always healing, always hiding, but never fully healing, and you're never fully living. Like most people I will move on, that kiss was just a kiss and nothing more, she still left me, alone, in that elevator as I watched the doors close, I could have gone after her, but she could have stayed.
As I lie here thinking, I hear the faint click of the lock, it isn't her, this much I know, even though I desperately want it to be, so I roll over and attempt sleep again, another click and a shadow is cast across the bedroom floor.
"Callie?"
It's barely above a whisper but I know that voice, my heart skips a beat as I hear footsteps coming closer, feel the rustle of the sheets and finally feel her arms wrap tightly around me and her breath on the back of my neck. This is it, this is what home feels like and for the first time in a week I know this isn't a dream. I know that the kiss was more than just a kiss, that the passion I saw was real, and just like that all thoughts of babies and choices, wants and needs, and consequences are forgotten, no thinking about tomorrow, worrying about the future, it's all about here and now, in her arms, never having to move on but being hers forever, even if it means giving up that one thing, but I know I won't have to because before drifting off into a dreamless sleep I hear her whisper to me:
"I want to start a family with you"