prompt: scars
characters/ship: alex, meredith, alex/meredith
word count: 100
notes: set post season six finale, slightly au; written for my prompt table.
Alex and his scars, both emotional and physical.

love, loss, like a bullet's path
tear through the cavity in my chest

You wear them with a pride as fake as Meredith's mental stability; play the hero and fuck the chicks that fall for it in yours and Izzie's bed. Make a house that is empty save a litany of ghosts echo with their screams.

Wish it were enough to drown out the silence of bullet-ridden corpses screaming in your skull.

Meredith is silent when you fuck her between her too-empty bed sheets. She touches her fingertips to the ruts in your ribcage: rips you open all over again when she comes. It doesn't matter.

Yours are scars that will never heal.