This one feels a bit out of character, and it's a lot shorter than the first one. Oh well. xD Um… today's my birthday, and guess what? Reviews make excellent presents. :D
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Izzie slipped on her flower-patterned oven mitts, and gently slid the scalding-hot metal tray crammed with cookies out of the oven and onto the countertop.
The sweet smell of the chocolate chips was soothing to anyone, but this didn't help quench Izzie's tears. It was a well-known fact at Seattle Grace Hospital that Isobel Stevens baked only when something was wrong, and to her, something was very wrong.
A salty tear escaped one of her coffee-colored eyes and slipped, unnoticed, down her smooth cheek. He was gone, and the house was quiet and empty, the rest of its occupants gone to his wedding, and oh, she wasn't quite sure if she could take it anymore -
Suddenly, the door swung violently open, rattling on its hinges. He ran over to her, face flushed, as if he'd sprinted straight from the chapel, and embraced her in his arms.
"I couldn't go through with it, Iz," he said in the way that made her melt. "I looked at her, Rebecca, and she was you and I knew I couldn't marry her when the one I loved wasn't in a white dress at all."
Izzie let herself become lost in his touch, let him nuzzle her neck and tell her everything was going to be all right, because this time she knew it was true.