A/N: This is about the season finale of Grey's. Each chapter is a short reflection in second person about each of the characters right after the season finale, considering both Izzie and George died, which I know didn't actually happen, but let's just ignore that tiny little fact. It's fanfiction for a reason! Please tell me what you think! I'll try to update soon.
Reflections
Meredith
It was supposed to be your wedding day, the happiest day of your life. And it was turning out to be one of the worst. You just wanted it all to be over. But yet, you didn't want it to be over, because if it was over, if this horrendous day was over and the clock struck midnight and the sun rose into the awaiting sky, welcoming a new day, if all that happened, your best friends' dying would have also happened. You would have agreed to have a wedding on a post-it. You would have had one of the best moments of your life, feeling all the happiness there was to feel, on the same exact day that the worst thing that would have happened occurred. And you would have felt all the sadness and grief there was to ever feel, multiplied by two. Your new husband would have held you through it all, all the misery and pain, even though it was supposed to be the happiest day of both your lives. So no, you couldn't wish that this day would end, because then this nightmare of a day would have truly happened. You had to wish that it had never happened, that George never joined the army and Derek never performed that surgery on Izzie and that you didn't get married to her McDreamy. But you couldn't wish that that day had never happened either, because you wouldn't have a doting husband to hold you and help you through it all, until it all ended, and even past that. So you didn't wish at all, just the way your mother taught you not to. (According to her, wishes never came true.) So you just let it happen.