A/N: ONE-SHOT! I was thinking about what would make Mark feel guilty for leaving Lexie behind and trying to move on, while still being in love with her. So this is the result. If you are very sensible you may want to have some tissue paper (I needed some). This is just a short story... If any of you are interested enough this could become a two-shot

Disclaimer: I don't own any character nor anything related to Grey's

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Please, Don't Forget About Me, About Us

My day had began badly, it had just been a mess. In every chart I seemed to find this brightly colored post-it notes. In my cubby I had found one, and then again another in my lab coat. At first I was surprised, but after reading them... I don't even know how to describe what I felt. It was just so stressing.

I had just arrived at the hospital and was about to start changing into my scrubs, but I lifted them to start dressing a green post-it captured my attention. I grabbed it to read it.

Remember the first time we had a conversation?

I was completely lost. I mean I couldn't even recognize the handwriting. I looked around the room to see if anyone was around and Arizona opened the door.

"Good morning Mark." she said with the most cheerful smile on her face.

"Mornin'." I murmured, almost not being able to understand myself. Then I noticed she had had a night shift and decided asking her if she had seen anyone around the attending's lounge.

She shook her head, "No I had a very rough day. Many tiny humans sick. But the good thing is that i didn't lose any patient."

"Good for you." I said honestly, and then heading towards the door I turn around to ask her just one more thing, "Do you happen to know who else had a night shift?"

She thinks for a minute or two, " Karev... I think Kepner was on-call too. I also had to work with Derek and Grey."

"I thought Derek and Meredith didn't have a night shift yesterday." I said a little more asking than stating.

"Oh no, not Meredith." she said, "Derek and Lexie had been paged 911 so I borrowed them for a consult before they left. But neither had a night shift. I think that Owen is letting them come a couple hours later today."

With that I leave the lounge and head to the nurse station on my floor to get some charts and start working. Maybe it was just a joke. Or maybe Julia was just fooling around.

Once I opened the chart I see a hot pink post-it.

Remember the first time we had a non-medical conversation for the first time?

I shoved the post-it inside my lab coat like I had done with the other one, but this time I felt something else. I pulled it out and this time it was a blue post-it.

Remember the first time we had a case together?

I was growing frustrated by this now, so I just grabbed my other two charts and headed to rounds.

While in rounds I found two more post-its, one in each chart. An orange and a purple one.

Remember our first kiss?

Remember the first night we spent together?

I decided into just spending my day doing only surgeries, because I was about to explode. As I headed to check my schedule on the board I saw Derek who seemed to be frustrated.

"What's up?" I asked.

Derek groaned, "Do you know if there are any residents without attending?"

I shook my head, "No, but I thought you were working with Lexie."

"Well I am- was, because this morning when we were getting ready to leave I told her we could carpool and she just hurried me out of my own house saying she would see me later." He said, "I thought I had seen her talking to Hunt a couple of minutes ago, but she isn't answering any of my pages, she wasn't even wearing scrubs."

"Well," I started, patting his back, "Good luck." I said leaving towards O.R. 3

I came out of my last surgery that day and walked towards the nurse station in front of the surgery board. Derek was there again, "Any luck?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I talked to Owen, I asked him about her. But apparently it was some personal issue so he said he couldn't give any information. Also something about being happy for her because it's something very important and it'll be easier for her." he said.

I stayed there wide eyed, "You know I didn't understand anything you just said, right?"

He laughed, "Well I didn't understand anything Hunt said so I don't really care. How did your surgeries go?"

I shook my head slowly, "Just lost a patient."

He cringed, "Sorry."

"Yeah me too. If you excuse me I have to go tell the family."

Derek simply nodded.

I arrived to my apartment late that night, I had just come from Seattle Press. from a short visit to Julia. Hr surgeries had ran late, so she said it was best if she just went to her house afterwards.

I noticed something was different from the moment I entered, and there it was. I was holding the pos-it's gently so they wouldn't get ruined, and headed to my room to place them in the lower cabinet of my night stand. Before I could turn on the lights they did on their own and honestly that was just scary. I made my way to my bedroom slowly and ready for anything.

Almost

There she was standing by the door. Her eyes flew directly to the post-it's on my hand. She smiled softly and began speaking.

"Callie let me in. I just had to talk to you." she said sheepishly.

I nodded and led her to my living room. The one she had spent weeks decorating. "So it was you?"

She nodded, "I thought it would be easier this was."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I didn't go to work today because I had to talk to Owen." She started, I could notice her eyes starting to water. "I can't handle work anymore. Not with three of my exes there."

I furrowed my brows not understanding where she was going to anymore.

"I thought I would be able to handle it, but I can't because I'm still longing for one of them." She whipped her tears with her sleeve. "About a week ago I applied at some hospitals, and I got a really great offer back at Mass. Gen." Now her tears just couldn't stop falling. "I took it, that's why I was talking to day to Owen. He told me that it was actually the best thing I could do because he knew how things were starting to get complicated for me."

I was bewildered, "What?" I whispered knowing that if I spoke any louder my voice would give me away.

"I just need you to know that I love you." She said standing up, "I am not going to go there because of Jackson or Alex not even for Julia. I'm going for you, because I need you to be happy, and you are, and I'm happy for you, because now you do have everything you ever wanted. But I don't... so I'm leaving. You made it very clear that you don't need me anymore and I need the same."

I was completely speechless. It wasn't true that I had everything I every wanted. Lexie was everything I ever wanted, not Julia. It's true. I had thrown my relationship into her face, and I could see how much I had hurt her by doing that. I didn't want he to leave. But if that would make her happy then I'd have to deal with it.

She headed towards the door looking back at me once more, "Please remember I'll always love you. No matter what might happen in the future, no matter how over me you are, I won't. I'll never forget anything and I hope that you remember everything on those post-it's. And if you don't, in the back there's everything, every little detail about each of those moments."

With that she left closing the door slowly. I couldn't believe that would be the last time I'd ever see her. I wished I could at least had've felt her lips against mine, or at least just her hands caressing mine just once more.

The next day Julia entered home and saw me reading the post-it's maybe she even got to see that lone tear on my cheek. She asked for an explanation and I told her everything from the very beginning. She broke up with me as soon as I was done explaining. I felt a like a big weight had been lifted from my shoulders when I heard her throw he key on the kitchen counter and just close the door. But I knew there was a weight, the biggest of them all that would never be taken off from my shoulders.

It has been over a month science she left. I later realized that she never told anyone she was leaving until she was boarding her plane. I had been the only one she had had the strength to tell anything that had to do with that. Apparently she hadn't been able to contact Meredith and just left her a short voicemail.

I've had Owen try to contact her chief in Mass. Gen. to see how she's doing, if she was able to adapt, if she is feeling happy like she hoped she would. I loved having her around at the hospital, even if there was just too much tension I could at least see how she was doing, and if anything was going wrong I knew that she had her friends who would support her and help her around.

Now at Joe's I could see Meredith pacing across Derek from the bottom of my glass of scotch. Lately it had become my new best friend.

Meredith's dialing numbers on her phone and I know she's trying to contact Lexie. But from experience I can tell that she won't be picking up the phone.

I know wish I had never let her walk away. I wish that I would've stopped her before she left my apartment. At Zola's party she seemed to be doing well, she was having fun playing with Zola and talking to Bailey and Richard. Maybe I shouldn't had asked Julia to go with me, but again I had no idea something like that would drive her to the edge.

Now all I can think about is what would've happened if I hadn't acted like such a jackass and just treated her nicely. Of course I was hurt but by that time I didn't know she was hurting more than I was. I had absolutely no clue about what had happened with Jackson and why he had done it. I was beginning to believe that she was completely over me and that it was my time to do the same. Maybe that's the reason I could never tell Julia that I loved her, other than the reason that it wouldn't had of been true, it was because of her.

Now at night I just go home. I haven't been able to sleep much, I keep having nightmares of something happening to her being all alone on the other side of the country. All I can seem to do is read those stupid little post-it's that were all she left behind. That and the other thousands of memories of us that I'll never forget.


A/N: I know, I know. It was pretty sad. I actually had a very hard time writing this, the tears wouldn't let me keep writing (And let's just say I had to fix my make up many times:P)

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