Miami?
What was so fucking special about Miami?
All she'd told him was that she had to go where the work was, and there'd been plenty of work for her in Chicago for 2 years and running. It was time for her to go on. He'd almost found it unfair that she could move to a different state the way that she was, but then again, that's what she did, wasn't it?
He didn't understand how she could just move on from Chicago and from him, after all, he wasn't moving on – he was staying still. He was, for lack of better words, right there waiting. But Alex had friends, and school, and he had soccer.
And then it hit him, he had to be the last to know of the entire Chicago population.
She'd told Alex's school when she went to withdraw him. She'd told Alex's soccer coach to pull him from the team, and he was surprised that it hadn't slipped to him there. But even more so, everyone at work knew. No one bothered to mention it to him, and it was, hands down, the best kept secret at County General.
He shut his eyes, crossing one ankle over the other and leaning back into the couch with his hands interlocked on his stomach. He'd decided to rest in the lounge rather than attempting to get home after the nights events, including the storm of anger and hurt welling up inside of him. He had almost collected all of himself and thrown it into the river.
He started with the beginning and tore it apart.
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Sam walked into her apartment; mail clutched in her hand, she tossed her keys onto the center of the kitchen table. The clang of the keys made her jump, and her tired body nearly collapsed to the floor. She was so tired.
She dropped the mail onto the kitchen table before her bag followed quickly behind. She advanced into her apartment, dragging herself into her bedroom and collapsing onto the bed. It took all of her strength to drop her head onto the mattress.
She wanted to sleep, and the bed was calling her name. Although, when she really thought about it, she couldn't get to sleep. The bed still smelled of him, his distinct smell of cologne and aftershave surprisingly mixing perfectly together.
She wanted to feel his arms around her again, and it was tearing her up inside.
She was leaving him, and it hadn't quite hit her that she was leaving him for good. She'd never wanted to leave him, but she didn't think that Alex was okay with their relationship anymore. She'd never wanted to leave him.
Never.
The reason she'd stayed at County for so long was that she could keep a distant and watchful eye on him. She hated that she'd fallen in love with someone. She hated it even more because she knew from the very beginning that she couldn't love him.
She closed her eyes tight, inhaling his distinct smell with the silent wish that she could capture it in a bottle to keep with her forever. She'd told him, and her heart had sunk the moment that he turned with tearful eyes. She'd collected all of herself and told him that she was leaving Chicago.
Even while she was breaking his heart, she still loved him.