Thank you for the reviews. There were pros and cons on the last update. Actually, there were more hard scenes coming up, but I decided to moderate them. The outline won't be changed. Please keep reading.
"So, how was your first date?" Meredith asked Cristina in hospital on Monday morning. "It was…I don't know, it was too much for the first date." Cristina held her head.
"Wasn't it sweet?" "Well, there were some sweet moments, but…well, he was a beast in bed." Cristina closed her eyes. Meredith smiled. "Yeah, I can see that. Was he good at it? He must be." "I would say…he is…possessive."
"What do you mean?" Meredith realized something was wrong. "He…I don't know…We…tried to fill in a blank of this twenty years, but…it didn't work out. I don't think we'll have a second date." "Cristina…"
"He was my dreamy guy, maybe he still is…but I don't think we can build a wholesome relationship…" Cristina exhaled. "Well, if you say so-" "By the way, Mer, has Derek talked about your ex in bed?" "What? My ex-? No, why?" "Alright, never mind."
"But- sometimes we talk about you, Cristina, in bed." "About me? Seriously?" "Seriously." Meredith posed. "His competitor might not be my ex-boyfriends, but you, Cristina." "Mer, what are you saying?" They laughed.
"So, Owen got to know about Burke…" Meredith looked up Cristina, concernedly. "Kind of…he terribly changed after he knew I had a miscarriage…" Cristina kept talking.
"Excepting it, I still don't get why he do all the things to me, now. You know, dining out, inviting his room…we just had a few conversations at high school, but that was it. I couldn't call ourselves even friends…He explained it, but I'm a little dubious…"
"It's so rare to get somebody who knows your high school age." "Yeah, I don't want anybody to know how I was in high school, so embarrassing…!" Cristina made her face contortioned. They laughed again.
"Well, the point is- Owen didn't know me that much, and he still doesn't." "So, you want him to know you?" "Well…I don't know…I'm afraid of…knowing each other isn't filling a blank, making the blank bigger, instead." "I see…" Then they became silent.
"Well, probably we should get start working." "Yeah." Then they separated. On that day, Cristina worked as hard as she usually did, but at the bottom of her heart, she was hurt, both mentally and physically…nobody could see it, though.
She told herself she had to be herself no matter what. Don't let anybody know how fragile she was. She was scared of Owen, not because he compelled to have a verbally assaulting sex, but he would possibly find her sensitive personality which was concealed.
Cristina sight. I have to concentrate on my work…again, she told herself and was walking the hall. Unexpectedly, she saw Owen, further. She had to pass there, it was not avoidable.
Cristina though it would be fine because she saw him talking with somebody. Cristina a little wondered who he was talking with. The unfamiliar blonde girl, apparently in middle of her twentieth.
Cristina could also hear their voices. She realized they weren't just talking, they were fighting. "Owen, I wrote you letters when you were in Iraq, constantly. We can't be over this way. I still care about you." The girl was almost crying.
Cristina sight again. It remind Cristina of the moment in bathroom, some girls were talking about Owen in high school. He thinks he can end up the relationship then moves on at once, however, the girls he left are still attached to him, they can't give up him, easily.
He still does that, Cristina thought. He told the girl not to follow him and left, without noticing Cristina was there, seemingly. The girl was whimpering. Cristina felt the girl was the future appearance of Cristina, herself.