What I choose, is you. You're who I want to wake up with, and go to bed with and do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you Izzie Stevens. Okay. It's your turn again.
Her mouth fell open as her eyes went wide. She had been chosen by this man who had captured her heart and touched her soul, but in that moment something was missing and rather than answer, she turned and walked away.
Her heart thundered within her chest as her sneaker-clad footsteps led her down the endless sterile white hall. She couldn't breathe as her thoughts became jumbled and incoherent. And yet she knew. Deep within her breast she had known the answer to the question all along. It was her turn and she was going to make it count.
She found him in one of the conference rooms fumbling with a tangle of streamers and quietly muttering to himself about how stupid the whole prom idea had been. He didn't see her at first, but part of him knew she was there and refused to acknowledge her. He couldn't, no, wouldn't. At least not right away.
"Alex."
A sharp intake of breath slipped through his lips and as he grumbled at the mess in his hands he turned to look at her. Their eyes locked, brown meeting sweet golden brown and for a moment, just one fleeting moment they were lost.
"What do you want Stevens?" he somehow managed to choke out.
"It's my turn."
He blinked, not understanding whatever crazy female logic she had come up with this time, but still he stood there and stared at her as he waited for some brief flash of insight. He almost felt awkward but that idea was preposterous. Alex Karev was far from awkward.
"I made a mistake," she said on a whisper. "It's been you. It's always been you."
His brow furrowed as his mind struggled to comprehend the words. "Izz I don't—"
She crossed the seemingly great expanse between them and cupped his face between her hands. "I choose you."
Eyes searched the other's depths, grasping for whatever bit of truth that could be found.
"It's my turn and I choose you."