Meredith sat with her lunch at the hospital cafeteria, swirling the little wooden stick in her coffee and reflecting on this morning. Her guilt, although slowing residing, still overrun all other emotions – excitement for a new relationship, her loneliness without Christina or Izzie, and sadness over losing Finn.
Luckily, after driving herself to work, Derek hadn't shown up around any corners or patients that she had been helping. She'd never felt this guilty, she'd never done anything like this. Sure, there had been a few relationships that had turned sour before, and had even been cheated on before, but she had never been the cheater. She knew the pain that it wrought, the sorrow and anger. The guilt is overwhelming. Something happened though, and she didn't know when – it may have been over the pancakes, or Sunday night or maybe before that, but Meredith realised the reason that she was never really able to love Finn was because she had never fully recovered her heart from Derek. That's why she chose him, and like she said earlier, he better be worth it.
Lunch-break was just about over, and her pager starting beeping. She was being called to the on-call room and she could bet $1 million on who wanted her there. She took a deep breath a headed inside. She had to deal with the guilt… it was bound to go away eventually, right?