Addison stared at her chart although she really wasn't reading it. Like the past 3 days, her mind wandered to Mark and she couldn't concentrate at all. She wasn't able to sleep well at night because thoughts of Mark and what could've been haunted her. Sometimes she felt guilty but more often than not, she missed him.

"Stop moping already," Callie said, approaching Addie. "You look like a sick puppy."

"I am so not moping," Addie insisted. "Not moping."

"You are," Callie pressed, smiling mischievously. "And you have since he left. You really miss him a lot don't you?"

"Fine, I do," she admitted, letting her pride crumble. "I miss him more than I ever thought possible."

Callie laid a sympathetic hand on her friend's shoulder. "You're almost as bad as Mark was after he saw you with Karev."

"I didn't notice," she said, looking ashamed.

"Well, he stopped flirting instantly. He actually came to me, asking me what he did wrong and what didn't do………I felt so sorry for him," Callie snorted with a small chuckle."You wouldn't have recognized him as Mark Sloan, man whore."

"Former man whore, now," Addie corrected her, a small smile spreading on her lips. "He's changed."

"Whatever. Hey, haven't you called him yet?"she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Addie shook her head, feeling guilt-ridden again. "I….thought about it. Couldn't do it."

"Why not?"

"I want him to move on. How'd he do that if I call him and tell him life sucks without him?"

"You want him to move on because……….."Callie raised an eyebrow.

Addison closed the chart and looked at Callie. "Because he deserves someone who loves him as much as he loves her. Someone who won't push him away. Someone better."

"So you don't love him."

"I do. I think, I do. But it's too late for a second chance now," she clarified sadly, returning to her chart.

Maddison

"Hey Mark," she said, twiddling with her fingers nervously and talking as casually as she could. "It's me—Addie. I just wanted to know how you were doing."

"Hi," he replied happily, grabbing a pillow to hug from his enormous and empty bed. "I'm okay here." Sure, if not being to flirt, always anguishing himself with thoughts of her and drinking way too much was fine, then yeah. "How are you?"

"Great," she lied.

Great. She doesn't even miss me, Mark thought bitterly. "How'd the others take that I was gone?"

"Well, Derek muttered something about going there to kick your ass. Alex—I mean Karev—was disappointed to know that the amazing plastics guy was gone," she laughed."Bailey looked a bit disappointed too."

"Tell Derek I'll miss him too," he chuckled.

"Will do. Oh and you should've seen the nurses," Addie added. "They were stubborn and in a bad mood all day. They were like, 'But I thought he liked me!'. You have that impression on women, I guess."

"Did you? What your first impression of me?" He eased himself to lie on his bed and pulled the pillow over him.

"I thought you were arrogant, selfish, hot and easy-going," she admitted, remembering the good ol' days that weren't very good at all.

"Oh," came the disappointed reply.

"But then I got to know the real you and thought of you as a great friend who's always there for you—no matter what," she quickly put in, sensing some negative feelings. "What'd you think of me?"

Mark smiled thoughtfully, the image of a younger Addie popping in his head. "I thought you were smart. Beautiful but stubborn and kind. I almost thought you came from heaven."

"Almost?" she asked almost teasingly.

Mark could almost imagine her with raised eyebrows. "You were wearing glasses," he pointed out. "Cute but I like you better without your old., dorky glasses."

She laughed at the revelation. Then she recalled something. "You know, if we had our baby, he would have been talking by now."

Mark nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "She would've been so pretty." Like her mom

"She, huh."

"I like to think she was a girl. She could look like you then."

"Tell me more," she urged, her lips curved in a smile.

"She would be a mini-you. Same hair, same beautiful blue eyes, same attitude," he declared wistfully. "I don't want her to be like me at all. She'd be horrible if she was."

"I don't think so," Addie disagreed firmly. "I want her to have your eyes. And your ability to say the right words at the right time. You're great too—if you don't know that yet."

"Well obviously not enough," he said, obviously pointing out how he wasn't enough for her.

They kept quiet, picturing the perfect little girl. Mark saw himself playing with her and teaching her how to ride a bike. Addie saw her doing homework diligently.

"Do you think thinks would be different had I kept her?" she asked quietly.

Mark thought for awhile; gathering the right words to say. "If it's how things were meant to be, I suppose it wouldn't have made a difference. But people do. People change things with the stuff they do."

She nodded, though he couldn't see anyway. "I'm really sorry, Mark," she blurted out, a tear trickling down her cheek. "For everything."

"I don't blame you, Addison. Don't ever think that."

"Mark, if you ever felt I never loved you, you're wrong. Because I did." She didn't bother to include how she still did. "And I miss you."

"You know how I feel about you, Addison," he replied, smiling faintly and wistfully. "I am trying to move on, but it's just too hard.."

"It's okay. I don't mind if you don't move on now," she admitted, blushing a bit."Mark, it's been nice talking to you—but I have an early surgery tom—"

"Okay. Goodnight," he interjected, slightly hurt. But he knew it wasn't her fault. "Talk to you some other time then."

"Yeah. Definitely." She put the phone down and went to bed dreaming of him.

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