Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
Cristina sent one last message to her mother before she switched off her cell phone. She was already seated on the plane, mindlessly flicking through the magazine in front of her, waiting for the plane to take off.
The anxiety only hit her when the air stewardess started checking on the passengers in the flight. Her heart sank, and she felt like her stomach was tied in knots. She appreciated the fact that there was no one sitting beside her - she was totally not in the mood for small talk.
She had decided to leave, but she didn't want to leave. She had been trying for weeks, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She ended up changing the date again and again, until her twisted sister had forcefully put her on a cab on that day.
After the plane crash,she had been incredibly afraid of planes, or the notion of getting on one and flying. She either made herself drunk before getting on a plane or had someone to travel with her, to hold her hand and also to distract her.
But now, she was moving across the country alone.
She didn't feel finished. Meredith told her that there was no finish line, but that didn't make her feel any better. She really didn't feel finished, especially with him. She wished that they had figured out a way to work things out, but the ER had to be swamped on the day she left.
They didn't even have a big goodbye.
A lump formed in her throat and tears started welling up in her eyes.
As much as she wished that he could have come with her, she knew she only had herself now.
Cristina closed her eyes and felt tears roll down her cheeks.
She was leaving.
NOTE: Thank you Eliza for being an awesome beta reader! And any feedback & reviews would be greatly appreciated. I hope you like this story! :D