Lisa Cuddy stared at her half empty glass of wine. The deep red liquid seemed to glow against the light of the fireplace. She began wondering what she did to make things turn out so badly. A tear fell from her eye, and fell onto her blanket. She watched the tear droplet bead on the brown fabric of the blanket and then seeped deeper into the blanket's fibers. 'Just like words.' she thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her house phone ringing. She allowed the phone to ring on and on until finally the answering machine picked it up. She hoped beyond all hope that it was Remy. No, Remy's pride would never allow her to do that. She waited for the message to play,

"Cuddy, it's Wilson. You didn't look too good when you left work today. Please give me a call, I'm worried about you. Good night." Cuddy placed her glass of wine on the coffee table and then proceeded to her answering machine. She pressed the back button four times, and played a message that had been saved for months. The voice echoed through the empty halls,

"…October fourth, at one thirty four a.m…." the computerized voice informed,

"Lisa, it's me. I think there is some rule about calling like right after the first date or something, not sure if I was supposed to wait a day or what, but…I had an absolutely amazing time with you tonight. You were so beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes off you. That kiss…that kiss made my night. So, sleep well Lisa. I hope you see this going the same place as I do." Remy's voice echoed in Lisa's ears. Her body was shaking with sobs.

She made her way to her bedroom and glanced at the clock, eight thirty p.m. Why did it feel so late? Her house phone rang again. She felt emotionally exhausted and did not want to speak to anyone. She collapsed on her bed and clutched a pillow. The answering machine picked up again,

"Cuddy, it's Wilson again. I'm coming over there to make sure you're okay. Hope you're decent. Be there in ten."

Cuddy didn't hear this. She remained sobbing on the bed, completely unaware that Wilson was on his way to her aide. She got up and walked to the bathroom. She flipped on the light switch, and was saddened again by the damage that she was putting herself through. Her mascara was smudged, her eyeliner was fading. She turned on the faucet and ran her hands under the cold water. She cupped her hands and splashed water on her face, trying to erase the tear stains. She asked herself, 'how can Lisa Cuddy be this distraught over a relationship?' She looked at herself in the mirror. She thought back to what her father would say, 'Shake it off Lis. Better days are comin.' She turned off the faucet and dabbed the moisture off her face. Then a faint sound caught her attention. It sounded like someone coming up her porch.

She gingerly made her way to her front door. She was slightly surprised at Wilson standing in her front doorway. Suddenly, another wave of emotion hit her. She brought her hands to her face to mask the tears falling freely falling from her cheeks. Wilson closed the door behind him and swept the sobbing woman in his arms. She collapsed into his embrace and nuzzled her face in his shoulder. He gently rubbed circles on her back. He tried to soothe her,

"Talk to me, Cuddy. What happened?"

Cuddy separated herself from Wilson. She brushed away the stray tears from her cheeks. She looked him in the eyes,

"I have never really had confidence in any of the relationships I have had. But, for some reason, I thought that this could work." She leaned against the wall and continued,

"I thought and hoped that I wouldn't mess this relationship up. Remy and I had something, you know? But then all of the sudden it seemed like she just became an insensitive stranger."

Wilson stared at her with concern in his eyes,

"Cuddy that was not your fault in any way. You're forgetting that Re-Dr. Hadley is dying. Maybe she is just reacting to the reality of her situation."

"We have already talked about that-"

"Maybe she was only thinking about the short term."

"I know her, Wilson. Better than anyone. She doesn't beat around the bush. If she was scared she would have said so. This was just so…unlike her."

"She may have been putting up a façade around you, Cuddy. She used you, Cuddy."

Cuddy began getting irritated. She refused to believe that her Remy would use her like that. She walked past Wilson and opened the front door. Wilson looked at Cuddy, crestfallen.

"I have never seen you like this. In all the years I have known you; I have never seen you so upset. You did not mess your relationship up with Thirteen."

Cuddy slammed the front door shut.

"I messed it up. I messed my relationship up, I messed my job up, I messed up my pregnancy."

Wilson began to rebuild his defense. He slowly walked to Cuddy,

"So that's what this is about? You think you messed everything up? You could not help your miscarriage, those were just physical events. You need to accept the fact that it was not you who messed up, or who was even in control of that relationship. And your job? No one else can ever do your job with the efficiency and the skill that you execute it with. Cuddy, don't let yourself think that you have failed or messed up anything."

Cuddy stared at the floorboards, tears falling. Wilson slowly walked passed Cuddy, and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. Wilson walked out and gently shut the door. Cuddy stood in the front hallway; Wilson's words echoing in her mind. She shouldn't let this relationship damage her the way it has. She slowly walked back to her bedroom and shut the door.