Cristina stares at her wedding ring, replaying in her head the fight with Owen. Suddenly, she feels like the perfect fairytale's coming to an end, and different emotions are floating in her soul.
She lied. She lied to her husband, when she said she didn't want to ever have kids. She does want them, she wants a lot of them. Right now, she can picture a boy and a girl. Their eyes are dark as the sky when there's no moon, they both have black curly hair. They don't look like her at all, but she thinks they're just like their dad. In the image, she notices the color of their skin. It's different, darker. Both her and Owen have very pale skin, but Owen's not on her mind at this very moment. She's thinking about another person, finding lost memories and smiling as she relive them. It doesn't hurt anymore.
And now, now she feels frenetic. She can't stay still, she feels adrenaline in her body. She wants to do something, something that will actually make her feel better. Complete.
It all gets confusing and fast,
she grabs her keys –
she runs to her car –
she drives to Callie's apartment –
"Hey. Remember when I moved out with Owen, that I gave you a box and told you to keep it for a while, until I figured out whether to keep it or nor, or where to put it... look, I don't really remember what I told you about that box, but there are some things in it that I need. Right now. Like, at this second."
"Okay." the Latina gives her a weird look, but she couldn't care less. She's going to get her secrets' box back.
As soon as Callie places the object in her hands, she opens it frantically.
And then she sees it – his face. She breathes out, allowing herself to relax for a moment. Only a moment, because then she wonders what to do next.
"I think he lives in Boston now." she looks up at Callie with no emotion. "I heard about him somewhere, I don't remember from who. Just go, Cristina. By the time you get to the airport your flight will be booked and all. Go!"
And so she runs. Her mind is void of all thoughts and problems, and she feels light and at peace. Like when she was eight and her dad took her on the roof of a building – the wind on her face made her feel like she was flying.
On the plane she dreams about him, and about the two little kids. Because she does want kids. With him. She remembers about her pregnancy. If she could only find a way to go back... But this isn't about regret, it's about getting what she really wants. She know that, with him, she'll never run out of chances.
– she breathes the morning air,
– she looks around the city and finds herself liking it,
– she eats a crispy croissant for breakfast and drinks hot cappuccino. He liked cappuccino.
When he opens the door and she can finally see him for real, all the pieces of the puzzle set at their place. Their eyes connect – love and surprise mixed up together – and they don't ever want to let go. Cristina softly pushes him inside of the loft, with a smile that will hardly fade.
The fairytale is not over, it has just begun again.
A/N: I hope there are still Burketina fans out there. When I watched last episode, I couldn't not think of him.