It had been one month since Izzie had given the chief her resignation. It had been one month she had admitted to cutting Denny's LVAD wire. One month since Denny Ducquette had died. It had been one month since she had laid next to his lifeless body. It had been one week since she'd stopped crying. It had been one week since everybody had stopped asking her if she was alright. It had been one week since she had stopped saying she was fine. It had been one week since she had visited Denny's grave. It had been one week since she had said her goodbyes.

It had been one month since Alex had held Izzie in his arms. It had been one month since she had cried herself to sleep in his arms. It had been one month since he had decided to keep his feelings for her to himself. It had been one month since he had promised to be there for her. It had been one week since he had gone back to the hospital. It had been one week since he had stopped living on Meredith's couch. It had been one week since he told Izzie's sleeping figure he loved her. It had been one week since he had let his heart become vulnerable for the first time.

It had been one month since George had witnessed his best friend's heart break. It had been one month since he avoided her, too scared to see her. Too scared to see her vulnerable. Broken. It had been one month since he had gone to sleep listening to her sobs from the next room. It had been one month since he had gone to sleep listening to sniffling coming from Meredith's room. It had been one month since Callie had told him she loved him. It had been one week since he had returned the favour. It had been one week since he told her he loved her too. It had been one week since he had let his heart become vulnerable one more time.

It had been one month since Meredith stood before the two men most important to her. It had been one month since she'd looked into their pleading eyes. It had been one month since she'd been forced to choose between them. The love her life who had hurt her. Or the man she could potentially love who would never hurt her. It had been one month since she had run away. One month since she chose the coward's way out. It had been one week since she had stopped avoiding them. It had been one week since she had visited Doc's grave. It had been one week since she had said her goodbyes.

It had been one month since Finn had realised there was more to Meredith and Derek than just co-owners of Doc. It had been one month since she stood before him and Derek. It had been one month since she had ran. It had been one month since he had watched her retreating figure. It had been one week since he had seen Meredith again. One week since she had spoken to him. One week since his plans came back. One week since he had visited his wife's grave. It had been one week since he had told her about Meredith. It one month since he had opened his heart again.

It had been one month since Derek had made love to the woman he loved. It had been one month since he had finally told her how he felt. One month since he had stopped masking his feelings with looks. One month since he had let his actions speak for him. It had been one month since he had become a hypocrite. Since he had an affair. Since he became even with his wife. It had been one week since he had signed the divorce papers. It had been one week since he had told Addison about him and Meredith. One week since she had signed the divorce papers. One week since she had flown back to New York.

It had been one month since Addison had seen her husband avoid Meredith's eyes. One month since she suspected the worst. One month since she had suspected there was more to Meredith and Derek than 'just friends'. One month since she had asked her if she was sleeping with her husband. It had been one week since Derek told her he had slept with Meredith. It had been one week since he had handed her signed divorce papers. One week since she had signed them. One week since she had flown back to New York. Back to the man who truly loved her.

It had been one month since Cristina told Burke she loved him. It had been one month since she had fallen to sleep next to him in his hospital room.It had been one month since she had realised her emotions. It had been one month since she had admitted her feelings. One month since she had given in to them. One month since she had let them take over her body. It had been one week since she had helped Burke come home. One week since she had slept next to him in their bed for the first time in what felt like ages. One week since he had cooked her breakfast. One week since she felt home again.