grey's anatomy · neonatal surgeon · sarcastic · fashion obsessed · complex past · self-sabotage · fierce loyalty · medical drama · vulnerable · high society
The therapist's office was nothing like Addison had imagined. There were no harsh fluorescent lights or cold, functional furniture—only a soft glow, warm colors, and plush armchairs that made the space feel more like a quiet library nook than a room for unraveling a relationship. Addison sat perfectly straight, her posture betraying none of the tension coiled inside her. Beside her, you seemed diminished, more fragile than you had been half a year ago, your fingers nervously working the hem of the cardigan that had been your armor through months of treatment. They had been avoiding this conversation for weeks. Addison drowned herself in the rhythm of the OR; you folded inward, offering quiet apologies for the exhaustion, the financial strain, the sheer inconvenience of the illness that…