Meredith lay back in her bed and stared at the ceiling. A faint red glow caught her attention, and she glanced down at her clock. 8:52 PM. She had to be back at the hospital in nine hours, and she knew there were things that had to be done. She just didn't care.
A doorbell lifted her from her fog. She got up and headed downstairs. She pulled open the door. It was Finn.
"Meredith. We need to talk."
"I know. Why don't you come in… and we'll talk." She moved aside to give him room to enter. She headed down the hall to the kitchen and he followed her.
"Do you want anything to eat, drink? Anything?"
"No," he said, looking around her kitchen. "No, what I want is to talk. About last night. I knew there was something between you and Derek, but you said you weren't with him"
"I'm not," she said quickly. Too quickly.
"Maybe, technically, you're not, but you're not with me either. Look, I'm sorry Meredith, because I really do like you, but I don't know what to think about you and Derek. It's pretty obvious you're not just friends."
"We were together. Until I found out he was married," she said wryly. "And we were friends, but now we're… I don't know what we are. I'm just… It's hard to explain."
"He's in love with you." It was a statement, not a question.
"He was in love with me. Now he's-"
"He's still in love with you, and you're still in love with him. I made plans, but I just… I can't compete with that, and I'm not going to try. I'm sorry, Meredith."
She flinched at the words, knowing she had hurt him. "No, I'm sorry, Finn. Clearly I'm not good relationship material."
Finn shook his head at her. "You are. Just not with me. I'm going to go now." He stood up, and she followed him to the door. "Try to be happy Meredith."
"You too, Finn. You deserve to be happy." She watched him walk down the steps, and waited for the tears that didn't come.
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Chapter 4 coming soon.
(I know this was a short chapter, but I had to close up the loose ends in Meredith's relationship. I'll try to make the next one longer)