This is really short Maddison blurb. Just a oneshot. I don't own Grey's or the song "Red, Red, Red" by Fiona Apple. Enjoy!

"You don't really love me. You never had."

"Hm?"

"Nothin'."

"Mark..."

He moved towards the bedroom window. He peered out and made himself become fascinated with the little girl in the red dress and white stockings. Her mum dressed her up, he was certain.

She didn't approach any more than a foot. Because he knew.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He leaned an arm against the cold glass. "It makes sense."

I don't understand about complimentary colors
And what they say
Side by side they both get bright
Together they both get gray

"You had to have known this wasn't going to work." She didn't understand him.

"How could I, Addison?" His breath fogged the window. "When we were so... alive."

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and swallowed a lump in her throat. She blamed her messed up hormones. She wasn't going to be upset over this. Not when she saw it coming.

"It-" Her voice caught in her throat. She took a moment. "We weren't going to stand on our own, Mark. I thought... maybe..." Her voice lowered reasonably. "Don't make this so hard, Mark."

There's solace a bit in submitting
To the fitfully cryptically true

He turned. "You going to leave me now?"

"No." She hesitated and that gave it away.

If he noticed, which he did, he didn't show it. He moved around her, but stopped mid exit. He faced her.

"No hard feelings, right?" He gave a smile that nearly broke her. "We don't have feelings. Hard ones, anyway."

What's happened has happened
What's coming is already on its way

She nodded in response to him. She wondered for a moment if he knew how much this hurt. A hurt that was so bad, it made her want to dig her nails into her flesh to make the pain relocate from that lump in her chest to anywhere else.

But, that thought was gone when he was. She followed him out into the hallway.

"I thought I felt..." She knew her words wouldn't comfort him.

He stopped at the top of the stairs and faced her.

"I'm not looking for an explanation," he told her, that damn smile still on his face.

"I feel terrible-" she tried.

Mark shook his head. "Yeah, Ad."

He took off down the stairs. She remained with a hand on the rail.

He was headed for the cold air that might chill the burn of his pain.

Maybe he would run into the little girl in the red coat. Red that matched the color of the hair on the woman that did this to him. A red that held no answers.

Fin.