A/N: From 2x18.
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Grace had torn out his heart.
Ripped it straight from his chest, thrown it on the floor and stomped on it with her stunning legs.
He'd thought they were fine. That it was settled, he was transferring to the San Fran office. He'd never hate her. Could never. He was fine with it.
Tears sprung to his eyes as his thoughts dragged him further downward. He'd never hold her again. Never whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Never tell her he loved her.
He was left in the darkness with an aching heart and a Grace-shaped hollowness in his chest.
