Chpt 15

Arizona's POV

I managed to pull myself together after a sleepless night and put all my anxiety into a compartment far off in the vast regions of my brain. Calliope looked more beautiful today then I could ever imagine. Who was I kidding? She was more beautiful every day I spent with her. I couldn't help but stare at her as we walked off the plane hand in hand. Her hair fell across her shoulder is loose curls, and her red shirt and dark jeans clung to her body in all the right places.

"I am never flying again" she said as we headed towards the the baggage claim. I couldn't help but laugh. She had taken two ativan, and she still held onto the her seat for dear life the whole flight. Well, one hand on the chair and the other in mine.

"How do you ever see your family Calliope?" I asked as we waited for the carosule to start producing luggage.

"Ahhh, they come to me?" she said taking my hand in hers once more.

We finally got our bags and headed out of the airport, as I felt my chest tighten as my lungs took in the New York air. It wasn't the smog that made it tighten. It was coming to the reality that I was back, and Calliope was right along side me. It made it all real for me. The job, the move, us. She was staring at me as we waited on the curb for Dax to arrive. She knew something was up.

"Are you okay Ari?" the use of one of my many nicknames took me by surprise. "You seem a little, ummmm, UN-perky?

She was trying to make me laugh, but I couldn't do it. My chest was too tight.

"I'm fine" I kept my eyes focused on the road.

"You hardly spoke on the plane" she said "I know my fear of flying always makes me a little manic, and I tend to talk a lot, but you were extra quiet. You sure your okay?"

My thoughts of how beautiful she looked flooded me with emotion once more. It wasn't her fault I was feeling this way. Focus on her Arizona. Look in her eyes. Yes, that's what I needed to do.

"Calliope" I grabbed her "Look at me"

She was startled a little, but she met my eyes and it was all I needed to make me forget the fear. And breathe.

"It's okay Ari" there is is again, my nickname "Your just a little nervous. This is a big deal. Your gonna be packing up your life and moving across the country. But that's why I'm here with you." She pulled me in to her and kissed my forehead. "If you need to freak out, freak out at me. We'll get through it together."

And that is why I was falling in love with her. Her ability to calm me was like no one I had ever met. She would get me throught this. Get me over the fear. She had to.

"And how are two of Seattle's hottest women doing this evening?" Dax's voice made us both jump, as I pulled away from Calliope and ran into his arms. "Whoaaa tiger, it's only been 2 weeks, not 2 decades" he joked, as he pulled her in for a hug too.

"Funny Dax" I gave him a push. "Just take me home would ya?" I realised that home was probably not the best choice of words as I saw Calliope's mouth form a fake smile.

"After you" Dax said as he picked up our luggage and motioned for us to walk ahead of him. I reached for her hand, but it was too late as she placed both of them in her pockets. The fear. It's back.

Callie's POV

We got to Arizona's condo just after 8 and I immediately felt uneasy. I knew that Liam and her had never officially lived together, but I knew there is where they spent most of their time. There were boxes everywhere. Arizona had told me earlier in the week that her parents had been here packing things for her so she wouldn't have as much to do. Dax didn't stay long and we were alone for the first time in her surroundings.

"So this is it" she walked around the living area poking her head in boxes, pulling others into what looked to be a dining area. "What do you think?"

It was an incredible condo. It was on the corner of the building and had no walls, only windows facing the outside. The view was like nothing I had ever seen in Seattle. I walked through the living area, which was full of over-sized leather furniture and birch tables, to get a better look.

"Amazing isn't it" I felt Arizona's hand on my waist as she stood beside me, taking in the brightly lit skyline.

"Its unreal" I replied "Tell me again why your selling this place?"

She took her hand away quickly and went back to moving boxes around. I dismissed her odd behaviour because she had been off all day.

"The bedroom is down the hall to the right if you want to bring your stuff down" she said from behind a stack of boxes.

I guess I was taking the tour solo. The uneasy feeling returned as I walked into her bedroom. Not only was it a big as my apartment in Seattle, but it had the same view as the living room. The bed was platform and was neatly made with like 500 accent pillows. This was her bed she had shared with Liam. For the first time since I met Arizona, I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with her that night.

Arizona's POV

The last few days had been terrible. I spent almost ever minute at the hospital trying to clue up patient files and clear out my office. My parents had been calling me non-stop as I tried to put off seeing them until the last possible second. I hated having to do it, but I tried to convince my self it was for the best. Dax knew I was struggling with this trip, so he offered to show Calliope around, as I drowned my fear in coffee and work. We hadn't had much time alone since we got here and I knew she was starting to get upset with me. The last three nights we hadn't even touched each other in bed.

My heart broke as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. We drove back to the city from my parents in complete silence. There was a sadness about her that I hadn't seen before. A saddness that I had caused. I would give anything to take back the events that unfolded that night. The one thing I had feared most was hurting her. I would give my whole life up to be able to take it all back. But it was too late. The elevator ride up to my condo was agonizing for me cause I really wanted to do was take her in my arms and tell her how sorry I was and that it was gonna be okay, we would get through this. But I knew she wouldn't let me. As I opened the door for the last time to my home in New York, my emotions overwhelmed me. She looked at me as I started to cry. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm so sorry Calliope" I sobbed as I tried to reach for her hand.

"Don't" she pulled back from me with anger produced tears in her eyes. I watched her walk down the hall to my spare room and close the door. I sank to the floor with my hands held to my face, crying harder now then I can ever remember crying.

"Calliope" I called out, knowing she was not coming back out of that room.

I was broken. I had broke her. We were over.