Not sure if this has been done before but whatever. Read it if you like and tell me if I should continue. Ps. Not a religious fan of Greys anatomy so if anything is incorrect or does not match the TV show please don't hesitate to tell me.

It pained her to see Callie so happy without her. Arizona was in bed with rough sheets that felt cold against her bare skin. She liked sleeping naked and even more so with company.

Callie was what came to mind and remembering what it felt like to have her in her arms was more painful than she thought, hell , she would give anything to have Mark back in her life and burst into their room without knocking, interrupting their intimate moments. Anything was better than the life she was living now.

Every bitter sweet memory she reminisced was like shards through her heart and she didn't know which was worse, being able to remember them or not having them at all. Their first kiss, their first date, their first break up and their first make up sex. Arizona blushed just thinking about it.

And Their wedding. Her first ever and she had thought her last too but now she wasn't so sure. Memories of that day came rushing back and she had to blink her tears away before she became a sobbing mess.

She pulled the pillow from under her head and screamed into it. Screamed her frustration and her sadness but all it did was make her feel empty. She wished Callie was here. She always made everything better.

No, she thought.

Getting back together with Callie wouldn't help. After everything they went through, getting back together would be unhealthy for her and especially for Callie.

Right?

This whole break up thing is good.

Callie is finally happy.

She's more herself everyday and as hard as it is to admit, Callie's happier than she's ever been than in the past months she ever was with Arizona.

The counselling they went through just made things worse. Actually it seemed to be what Callie needed but it was the worst idea ever for her.

Arizona breathed in deep, trying to piece together the mess her life had become. So messy that she couldn't finish reading the divorce papers without bursting into tears.

She was only grateful that it was delivered through mail because if Callie had given them to her in person with a sad, pity sort of look. Arizona just knew tears would be pouring out of her.

She would've looked like an embarrassing mess and in front of her wife. Her heart clenched knowing that it was ex-wife the moment she signed those papers.

Those glaringly awful stack of unhappy papers that laid on her nightstand under her lamp. Despite the light making those papers all glowy and almost angelic like. Those papers were far from it. They were the devil and Arizona wished they never existed. She glared at them hoping it would just burst into flames as if having them gone would make everything better.

She pulled the comforter over her body seeking warmth, and realised getting warm in bed never was this difficult. It almost made her cry.

Arizona sighed. "If only I could do everything differently."

Africa, Mark, the plane crash, her leg, the cheating and just everything and anything that had lead her to this tragic and stupid ending. This was not how her life was suppose to go. She was suppose to be married and cuddled up with her wife and baby. Not single and alone in a dingy apartment.

'I wish I could go back in time'

She thought before sleep took over.

And without realising what she did.

Her wish was granted.

Short I know but its like a prologue and those things are meant to be short :P