A/N: Inspired by the wonderful CitronPresse. I love when she writes like this, and so I thought that I would give it a try. You should look up her Grey's stories, they are completely and utterly amazing. And if you don't understand what this is about, sorry. It is a little more vague that I would like it to be.
You Never Know That It's Going To Be
You never suspected that when he drove off with his eighteen year old daughter in the little red rental car that it would be the last time you would smile at him. If anyone had tried to tell you what would happen while he was gone, you would've just laughed it off. He was the one for you, even if he wasn't the actual one just yet.
The months that flowed since you asked him to teach you seemed like fragments sometimes, but they always came together to form the fond memories that you would sometimes smile over when no one else was around. So no, if someone had warned you, you would have just laughed and brushed them off without a second thought.
Now, you're sitting in his old apartment, trying desperately not to cry as you throw your phone against the wall.
Still, that single tear slips down your cheek as you realize that he's not coming back.
You wouldn't have believed them, but even though you are sitting in the aftermath of your destruction, you find it hard to believe that it's over.