Author's Note: My first attempt at Grey's Anatomy drabble. I started off years ago writing Roswell stories…and then moved on to the O.C. (Ryan drabbles and Summer/Ryan drabbles). It's in the middle of the night, I can't sleep, and I am now hopelessly addicted to Grey's; so, I've decided to delve into the art of Grey's Anatomy fanfiction. We'll see how it goes.
My name is Meredith Gray, and I have a problem. My problem is actually a person, a man to be more exact. My problem has beautiful hair I like to run my hands through but know I can't. It's off limits. Perhaps that is why it is so tempting?
I have always been a rather wild child, taking pleasure in rebelling, in not conforming. I guess it was only natural that I would get a thing for my boss. I guess it is even more fitting that he would be married. And to say "get a thing" seems to lessen, to lower our relationship. It was so much more than a thing. It ending tore me apart. It is still tearing me apart.
I could blame it on a lot of things, but I like to blame it on her: the SheShepard. She is perfect and long legged and gorgeous and rich and well talented, and what am I? I am deeply troubled and a measly intern. She is a critically acclaimed perhaps best in the country obgyn. She has perfect clothes with the perfect shoes and perfect jewelry. She knows how to put herself together and look put together, and I am a mess who can barely get out of bad and to work. I don't have the energy to get the perfect outfit to go with the perfect shoes and jewelry. I think even if I did have the energy, I couldn't pull it off.
He made my cynical. Actually he didn't, but I'm mad at him. So I will blame it on him. It actually probably the result of my mother and her affair with Webber and my dad leaving me. A screwed up childhood can do that to you. It can make you damaged and dark, but that isn't the point here. The point is that I gave myself to him again. I emotionally offered myself to him. I broke up with a wonderful guy (some would call him the perfect guy), and I told him. And he rejected me. His response was so distant and uncaring and not happy and I wanted to cry. I've decided to not shed anymore tears over that man because that's all he is a stupid stupid man. He might be some great neurosurgeon with great hair and a cocky smile, but he sucks because he broke me. I'm broken and scary and damaged, and I blame it on him.
FIN
Short I know, but it's a drabble.