Grieving
Izzie was lying on the bathroom floor. Memories flooding her mind, they were all of one man. Denny. He was gone she knew that yet she didn't want to say it out loud… that would make everything real. And for now she liked the fantasy world she was living in, revolving around Denny. As she thought she remembered and questioned. There was still so much she did not know about Denny. This made her heart even heavier. She heard Meredith, George, Christina, and Alex talking. All she wanted to do was scream or cry maybe even just sit up, but everything, every movement reminded Izzie of Denny. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe if she closed her eyes that he would appear.
Izzie heard breathing beside her, for a split second she thought it was Denny. It was George, her best friend whom now she was furious at. He hadn't lost anyone he didn't know the grief that she was going through. No one, no one at all knew what she was going through. People came into her sacred bathroom floor interrupting her dreams of Denny and what their life could've been like. Then Meredith came in she was the only honest person, "I don't know what to say to you." Inside Izzie's head she was screaming yelling, and then she started talking, "I want to back to when things were normal… When I wasn't poor Izzie lying on the bathroom floor in her prom dress with her… dead fiancé. But I am. I am stuck. I how did this happen? Why am I alone." Meredith gingerly lifted herself off of the floor and left Izzie alone with her thoughts. Her mind drifted off to a world where Denny existed. She saw his smile and his sparkling eyes. Finally she had enough pain when Meredith walked in. she stripped from her prom dress, that still smelled of Denny and slipped into her pjs, then shoved the poofy pink prom dress into the back of her closet and lied in her bed. Dreaming of a life that was so close in her grasp, dreaming of the man she loved. Dreaming. Dreaming of a life she could never belong to.