A/N: YAYY!! THE SEQUEL! GAH I've been so excited about this. So, if you're reading this, you have probably read my story Broken. If you haven't I would suggest to read that first but if you don't feel like it that is fine. Just PM me if you have any questions about the plot and stuff. But anyways, this is my first sequel and I am, again, super excited. I hope you all enjoy it! But the only way I will know that is if you review. So, review please
Marry me
Will you marry me? Take your timeā¦
Thoughts ran through Meredith's head as she struggled to unscramble the many meanings of those words. Mark proposed. Derek proposed. They both claimed to love her, to need her. They both claimed that there was no one else like her. They both proposed. She sat up in her bed, completely in a daze. It had been about two weeks since those two words escaped Mark's mouth. Luckily, she had been able to avoid both him and Derek. She pulled Derek's ring out of her drawer and re-read the inscription she found earlier. The ring belonged to Rose. Did Derek have it made for her first? Why would he hand her a ring with Rose's name? She quickly put it away, unable to look at it any longer. Her phone beeped, signaling yet another missed call from Mark. She pressed the ignore button and tossed it to the side. Work had been hell lately. Every time she saw someone even resembling Derek or Mark she would run the opposite direction. She had been running away from them more than she had been performing surgeries. Her friends didn't seem to notice since they were all still recovering from the death of their best friend, which was exactly what Meredith wanted to do. She wanted to think about Alex, not Derek or Mark. She needed time to heal after losing him. She didn't need to be bombarded with ridiculous questions like will you marry me! Nevertheless, she was, and despite her best efforts, she knew she would soon have to deal with the fallout. Another beep came from her phone, this time from Derek. Again, she pressed the ignore button. It had become a ritual for her to press the ignore button every time she heard a beep. Even though it seemed pathetic, it helped calm her down. The only one who knew about the two proposals was her. She didn't want to tell anyone. She didn't want to drag another helpless person into this mess. She needed to deal with this on her own, in her own way. And for now, that way was pressing the ignore button. Pulling herself out of bed, she quickly slipped on her robe and allowed her feet to sail down the stairs. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she thought hard about how her life had turned out. It made her sick to think that other girls would kill to be in the position she was in. Don't be fooled, it is not all it is cracked up to be. Glancing at the clock, she groaned loudly, disgusted by the fact it was three in the morning. Taking another long sip of her coffee, she sighed. Everything had been a blur since the shooting. Everything had happened so fast since then, when it should've been the opposite. Her feelings for Mark were blurred, same for Derek. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know who she wanted. But one thing she was sure of was the fact that she was nowhere near ready. She wasn't ready for a relationship. She wasn't ready for commitment. She wasn't ready for Mark. She wasn't ready for Derek. She, simply, was not ready.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since she spoke to him. It killed him inside. He had called her 50 million times, each time reaching only her voice mail. He knew she needed time to think, what he asked her was huge. But still, she could have called at least. Staring out his hotel window, the darkness settled in. Placing his fingers on the cold window, he began to trail them down the glass. The icy air reached his finger tips and sent shivers down his spine. He should call her again. Grabbing the phone he dialed her number for the fifth time, not caring about the glowing three AM on his clock. Beep. Again, straight to voice mail. Throwing the phone at the wall he buried his face deep into his hands. Everything had been so screwed up since he proposed. He was beginning to regret his decision, but it just felt right, natural. The two weeks without her had been nothing but torturous. He tried to find her at work, but everyone he asked either said they hadn't seen her or she was busy. And if he ever did catch a glimpse of her, she was gone within a second. Part of him was screaming to leave her be, she needs the time. But another part of him was worried. What if she didn't feel the same way? So to ease the worries, he had to call. Even the repetitive voice mail eased his nerves because he got to hear her voice, that sweet, amazing voice that caused his stomach to twist and turn. But, then again, the more voice mails he got, the more he was beginning to doubt everything.
The trailer was cold and wet from the annoying leak that decided to form in his ceiling. He looked up, his eyes wide, as the tiny droplets dripped down the wall and landed on his floor. He didn't bother placing a bucket under the hole. He actually enjoyed the sound. It occupied him, kept his mind off certain things that he didn't want to think about. First, there was Meredith. He hadn't seen her in over two weeks. He called once in awhile, but knew deep down she needed all the space he could give her. He thought about Rose and her ring, which now belonged to Meredith. He wondered if that was a bad idea, if the ring was cursed with bad memories or broken promises. He allowed his mind to event drift towards Mark. Did they really break up? Was she really over him? What about him? Did she still have feelings for him? Then sometimes, on his lucky days, he would think about life in general. He never imagined his life would turn out like this, chasing a girl who may or may not love him anymore. It was painful, yes, but there was also something so amazing about it. He had finally found something in his life worth fighting over. After all, he lost his best friend in favor of her, he lost Rose in favor of her, not that, that was a big loss. Come to think of it, he never really liked Rose. She was just someone. Someone to help keep his mind off the one. Every time he though about how badly he had screwed up, apart of his heart seemed to break off. He brought himself into this mess; he had to bring himself out. But, he wasn't leaving until he had Meredith by his side. He was not leaving without a fight.
