Title: Puzzle.
Continuity: 'My Favorite Mistake'. (Season Three's 19th episode.)
Song: 'Window in the skies', by U2. (Fragment.)
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Warning/Comments: A/U. Drabble. Izzie's POV. Basically, Izzie's take on the episode, since the previous chapter it's kind of centered around George's thoughts on her.
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
What it's doing to me?
In a certain moment, we put our glasses down on the floor, stopped talking and we started staring at each other intensely. There was some kind of curiosity in his eyes as he observed me, and my lips curled up in response.
In a certain moment, I moved closer to him, until our faces were inches apart. I breathed him in. I smiled. And he smiled back, as one of his hands moved to tuck one lose strand of my hair behind my ear.
In that precise moment, time seemed to stop, as if we were in a dream. His hand rested on my neck, gently brushing it, sending shivers down my spine. I looked into his eyes. Kiss him, a little voice in my head whispered.
I couldn't say exactly where did the first kiss landed, if on his cheek or on the edge of his lips. What I recall perfectly is the way he kissed me back.
I have no idea how we managed to make our way to my bedroom without waking up anybody. We stumbled, giggling and chuckling in between kisses, and I honestly don't know how nobody saw us or heard us. Maybe someone did. Who knows?
I don't think I can describe exactly how I felt like when it happened. Words weren't enough in that moment, and still aren't. It was ridiculously unexpected, but it felt right. I had never felt so alive.
It was like pieces of a puzzle finally, finally falling into place. That's how it felt like. He and I were pieces of the same puzzle, incomplete without each other. Together, everything was right at last.
But then I ruined it. When the morning came, I panicked and left the room before he woke up, instead of staying and facing it like an adult.
I can't recall exactly why I left, no matter how much I think about it. Any reason that had seemed enough in that moment doesn't make sense now.
I can remember feeling a tiny stab of pain when he told me that he didn't remember anything. Shame on me!
It was like pieces of a puzzle finally, finally falling into place. That's how it felt like in the moment.
But now I'm alone. This is reality. This is my life. He has a wife, and he's committed to his marriage, or at least that's what he wants to believe. What we did is a secret, and it has to stay that way, for Callie.
But now I'm on my own, and I'm starting to feel like I'm fading without him.