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Hang in there for the suspense—no sad ending I promise.

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Nobody thought summer would pass by so quickly. When the Chief suggested sending Burke away to a specialist in Switzerland for treatment and rehabilitation; and when Cristina was told—forced would be a better word—to stay, everyone thought their relationship was over.

Then the baseball season ended and the sleeveless vests were replaced by turtle-necks. They all knew it was autumn once again.

Cristina picked up rumors from the nurse station that Burke would soon be back. I was, and probably still is, his girlfriend, and yet I have to hear about him from others. Great.

"Why don't you ever call him?" Meredith asked one morning as she saw Cristina fiddling with Burke's surgical cap in the locker room. Self-absorbed as she was, Meredith wanted to make sure Cristina was fine, for she did not want anything to go wrong during this important moment in Cristina's life.

Cristina, still looking at the cap, thought hard before giving an answer. "We're busy people." Even Cristina felt that did not sound too convincing.

"When are you gonna tell him?" Meredith asked, wondering why everyone else in the world could not be as open and direct as she was, telling everyone everything about herself every single moment.

"He doesn't have to know. It's not like I'm pregnant," Cristina continued with a subtle tint of grudge in her voice, "if he missed me, he could have called or whatever. HE was the one who said he'd be too busy to entertain phone calls."

"Be nice. I'll call you when I have time." That was what Burke left her with before leaving.

Well, not really. He also blew her a warm gentle kiss on her forehead, which Cristina had been trying very hard, too hard, to replay in her head every morning. At first, she could feel the intense heat. After a few weeks, it became lukewarm. After one whole summer, it has almost been washed off by the cool Seattle breeze. Whatever. I have bigger things to worry about now.

"Cristina, you've gotta tell him."

"Fine." Cristina mumbled. "Time to go before Bailey shot us."