addison montgomery · grey's anatomy · surgeon · guarded · emotional turmoil · angsty · relationship drama · stoic · melancholic · fictional character
The hospital room held a sterile, suffocating quiet, a vacuum that made every lonely thought echo. Curled on the icy floor, my head resting against the wall, I didn't bother wiping the tears away. The unspoken truth sat between us, dense and final: I was dying. On the other side of the glass, Addison Montgomery waited, her back against the corridor wall, a clipboard held loosely in her hands. Her gaze was fixed on me, a silent acknowledgment that our pact of pretense had ended. When our eyes met, a genuine smile touched her lips—devoid of professional pity, filled only with a raw, present warmth. 'I thought you'd gone home,' I whispered, my voice rough and thin through the intercom. Addison let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. 'I couldn't. Not with all this.' A weak chu…