"They say it doesn't hit you until it's right there in your face. I knew it was going to happen, I'm a doctor, I knew, but I'm still angry," Callie clenched her fists which rested in her lap.

"Angry at what?"

"Her. I'm angry she didn't fight. I'm angry she didn't leave anything behind. How can you tell someone you love them and commit to them and make them turn their lives upside and just leave?"

"She made that decision long before she met you," The woman closed her notepad and leaned forward in her chair.

"Then change your plans! You meet someone and you change your plans. That's what people do! You find something worth living for and you fight, you don't give up and run away like a dog with its tail between its legs. You fight, you survive," Callie sat up from the couch and walked towards the door, slamming it behind her.

She walked out of the office, out of the hospital and towards the apartment. It was their apartment but now it didn't even feel like her apartment. It was an empty vessel of memories that Callie hated living in.

She shut the door behind her and walked to the bedroom. Callie wanted to head towards the bathroom, to wash the hospital off her but instead she found herself on Arizona's side of the closet. It had been two weeks but she still couldn't bring herself to clean out Arizona's things. Callie grabbed hold of what use to be Arizona's favorite sweater and brought it to her face. She could still smell the perfume and she clutched it close to her chest as she felt a buildup of tears. Callie hadn't cried since the day Arizona passed and could feel herself wanting to, but instead she did what she always did and she got angry. She began to toss the old clothing on the floor and pulled out all of Arizona's drawers, emptying their contents on the ground.

Callie walked over to Arizona's side of the bed and opened the nightstand to find her notebook. Callie had forgotten about it, she placed it gently on the bed, preparing herself for what she might read. Arizona had always been writing in it, something about her therapist wanting her to get out her feelings but she never let Callie read it. She kneeled in front of the bed and opened the book. Nothing. It was empty. She flipped the page but there was still nothing. She flipped another one and noticed a page had been ripped out, but there was still nothing in the book. She threw it across the room, turning her back to the bed and finally started to cry. She wept until her whole body hurt and then suddenly she just stopped. She sat in the silence, feeling completely drained and a numbness fell over her. Her eyes moved over to the nightstand drawer where she noticed something white in the corner. Callie stuck her hand in and pulled out an envelope with her name on it. She opened it to find a folder piece of paper, which she began to read.

Calliope,

There are so many things I want to say to you but I really have no idea how to. I'd had hoped we would have time to talk about it, but you being so stubborn would always change the subject. So I'm writing this letter, in hopes it will give you some sort of comfort when I'm gone. I want you to know I love you, so very much. I wish we had met earlier in life, maybe I would have stood a chance with you by my side sooner. I want you to know you gave me something to live for. Your love and your passion for everything you do, and your laugh (I never told you how much I love your laugh) gave me the strength to not be afraid. As I'm writing you this letter, the sun is looking down on me and I think to myself what an honor it is going to be to look down upon you. To watch you be successful, to be happy in love and life, and witness all your dreams come true. If there is one thing I want it is for you to keep on living the life you want to live and to find a love in someone like the one I found in you. I hope that in another life we will fall for each other all over again, and this time we will have forever waiting before us. The biggest thing I wanted to say to you was thank you. Thank you Callie for loving me even when I couldn't love myself.

Love Always,

Arizona

Callie smiled through her tears as she clutched the piece of paper to her heart.

AN: Thank you to everyone who stuck with this story, and/or left comments. I really appreciate it.