THE STORY OF HOW I MET MY WIFE, AGAIN

by savinginseattle

After losing Callie, Arizona holds on tighter to the things she has left but when disaster beckons the matter of how tight she hangs on becomes life or death. Can Callie act quick enough to not lose Arizona completely? ( follows on from 11x05)

1. MOVING ON

Seven arduous months and the feeling was still raw. It had became the twinge of pain that greeted Arizona every morning when she woke up to an empty bed. At the start she would of filled her mind with the idea that Callie's empty space would increasingly grow as the hole in her heart did but now all that stood was a black hole, a black hole of pure loneliness. Or it was the quick, angled, knock out blow to gut Callie was faced with every time she clicked on the radio to hear the opening chords of their wedding song. Each note bringing a different pain in the form of a memory. Each chord of the opening piano played with a gentle hand that stabbed her in the heart with the reminder of how every thing had gone so drastically wrong.

Both of them had emerged themselves into the hospital. Both building on their work relationships to drive their focus away from their feelings but no matter how much they tried each pass in the corridor brought their minds back to their last conversation as a married couple.

SEVEN MONTHS PROIR

One week after the therapy session and nothing had changed, nothing had been spoken about, nothing had been planned. Callie had never returned home. She had returned to work. So for everyone else Dr. Torres had returned but with only coming for a bag of clothes and Sofia, Callie had gone.

Day 5 and Arizona returned to the empty, dark house. The only light trickled through the gap in the curtains from the street lights. She wanted it this way, she wanted to drown her sorrows with darkness. But then her phone lit up and as soon as she saw who it was from Arizona's heart matched the impulsive vibrations of the text tone. Callie had text her, finally.

I have the divorce and custody papers.

The erratic heart beats faded. The want for light faded. The understanding of rational behaviour faded and her infamous temper took over. Arizona grew angry but this time at herself. Angry that she could fuck up a marriage with someone like Callie. That she would never find someone like Callie again. It could always only be Callie. As each thought pilled in to her head with in seconds of reading the text she grabbed the nearest thing, a photo frame and slammed it off the kitchen wall in a fit of anger.

The photo she later saw was a now smashed, ripped photo of their wedding,