Title: Writings on the bench
Disclaimer: Like in all my other stories, I don't own anything here that was already owned by someone except me.
Pairings: Alex and...someone.
There was a light drizzle as he walked across the front of Seattle Grace. He decided to rest for awhile after a long day of surgeries. He sat on a bench.
He sat there for a pretty long time, thinking about his life so far. He suddenly noticed a fork on top of the bin beside him. Out of nothing, he just picked it up. He suddenly thought of a crazy idea. Using the fork, he engraved a message on the bench.
"How's life?"
Nobody would reply to it anyway, or so he thought. He smoothed it out before standing up to join his friends at Joe's.
He went inside and sat on his usual chair, ordered his usual drink, and did his usual thing. He gazed around. About 3 chairs away there was Derek, ordering his drink. He waved at him, he waved back. He's engaged now, to Meredith of course.
At the dart board there was George and nearby was Callie. They looked happy. Callie got pregnant about 5 months ago, after 2 years of trying to have one.
He gazed around some more. There was Lexie and Sky, her boyfriend, playing on the newly-bought billiard table. There were the nurses doing their usual gossip.
He looked over to the side. There was Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina, planning the wedding.
Yup, another wedding. This time in City Hall. The bride? Cristina.
Who would have thought she'd ever gonna get married again. Well, a year ago, there came the second coming of Preston Burke. No, Burke never came back. This guy was different. His name was Michael Donahue or Mike as he was better known. He was better and he respected Cristina's decisions. If you see them together, you'd actually think they're siblings because of all the similarities.
Izzie was okay, although she was staying away from relationships for awhile. Rarely, she'd have these one-night stands which never get brought to life again. Although there are times they notice her looking rather sad.
Meredith was in a great mood. Being the fiancée of a hot neurosurgeon, having a great job, not to mention great friends, who wouldn't be? It was all she ever wanted.
Oh, that's rare. Chief's in the bar today. Yes, after 2 years he's still Chief of surgery. Talk about dedication.
Bailey's here too. Just chatting it up with Joe. By now she has probably realized why Chief made Callie Chief Resident. She seems happy anyways so there seems to be nothing wrong.
It's been 2 years since Ava left. 2 years of being a surgeon. 2 years of nothing but surgeries. Since Ava left he felt detached. Since Ava left, he was lonely. Since Ava left, life sucked.
But then he thought about it. If he left Seattle, if he left life, what about those he will leave behind?
Flashback
He stared at the bottles. There's a war in him. He couldn't bring himself to. But he did.
He's gonna end it all tonight. One by one all those pills are going to kill him. Each sad, fucked up part of him will die one by one. He started to open the bottles. He doesn't realize that tears are flowing from his eyes. He held the open bottle in his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a picture. Bottle in hand, he picked it up. It was of him, Izzie, Meredith, Cristina, George, Callie, Bailey, Chief, Derek, Lexie, Sky, and Mike. It was on the Halloween party at SGH.
Something suddenly struck him. He realized.
'What about them? All those people I care for? What would they be without me?'
And he felt guilty for even thinking about killing himself in the first place. He put down the picture. Threw the bottle and broke down. He sat there in the darkness crying.
The door opened and arms suddenly enveloped him. It was Izzie.
"Alex? Alex what's wrong? Alex talk to me..." she said in a near whisper as he leaned on her chest.
Flashback ends
He stood up and joined his friends in another tequila pity party. Although, now it doesn't even look so pitiful like it was 2 years ago.
To be continued...
I hope you liked the first chapter guys! I'll be updating my other story, "Costume Party", pretty soon. I love ya' all! –RockAnatomy
