Alex Karev carefully stepped inside the darkened bedroom; he could hear her crying. He wasn't sure if she would want him there. He didn't care, he had to know she was okay. Earlier that evening when she left the house with her date, he said nothing. What he wanted to do was ask her what she was doing? Dating a guy who was so clearly not worth her time. Instead, he remained quiet and watched from the window as she climbed into the car, after having to open her own door.
Trying to remain calm, he flicked on the light. His heart sunk as he saw her big brown eyes lift, swollen and red from the stream of hot tears that ran down her flushed cheeks. Dropping the box of tissues on her bed, he took a seat next beside her. "I don't want to talk about it." She clutched the blankets and rolled over in her bed, pulling them tightly against her. "I just want to be alone!"
Alex sighed, he wasn't going to leave. "Did he hurt you?" His fist clenched as he dreaded the answer that might come. "If he hurt you…."
A small laugh escaped her lips. "No, he didn't do anything." She was the one who did something. It was all her fault. She had terrible luck when it came to men; something she unfortunately inherited from her mother. After years of falling for the wrong men, her mother had finally found real love. It scared her to think she would be like that too.
Dan was the name of the man who took her out, he was tall and handsome….and as it turned out, completely boring. It wasn't much of a shock; their first conversation had been very revealing. In fact, that had been the whole idea; if he were boring enough, she wouldn't have to worry about developing feelings for him. Dan was to be used strictly to obtain the attention of another man. The problem was the other man. He was a total ass! "If he didn't do anything then why are you crying?" It was the wrong thing to say, he knew as soon as she started yelling.
"I'm crying because men are stupid! Do you know that I am in love with an idiot that doesn't even react when I date another man?" Her eyes met his when she abruptly sat up to face him. "Just sits there and says nothing!"
"What exactly do you want him to do?" Again, it was the wrong thing to say.
She scrunched her eyes, looking at him with irritation. Of course, he would ask, she shook her head. "I don't want him to give up." Her voice softened. "I want him to fight for me."
Alex took a deep breath. He started slowly, his voice threatening to crack. "Maybe he feels like he's not good enough, like you deserve more. Maybe he's scared." She plopped back down on the bed, rolling her eyes. She didn't care if she dated a hundred perfectly nice guys, the only one she wanted was him. "I've felt that way before and I've made so many mistakes. Things I wish I could take back."
"He is good enough…he just doesn't know it." She closed her eyes, suddenly aware of how heavy they felt. "Do you think he will ever know how much I love him?" She asked quietly.
He paused, looking down; he realized she had fallen asleep. "I do." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, her blonde wisps tickling his face. Tugging at the covers, he tucked her in before crossing the room. He stood at the door, pausing a moment to look at the girl he would do anything for. She looked like an angel. His angel.
Alex crossed the hall to his own room, closing the door tightly behind him. He pulled back the plaid blue comforter and sunk into the bed. "Is she alright?" His wife asked.
"She is." He answered, draping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. "She's in love with an idiot." He chuckled softly; she was so much like her mother. "Izzie?" When she didn't answer, he tried again. "Iz?" The corners of his mouth lifted, she was sleeping soundly in his arms. "Thank you, for giving me a second chance." He whispered, tucking a soft curl behind her ear and kissing her bare shoulder.
Sometimes, love needs a second chance because time wasn't ready for the first one.