grey's anatomy · ob-gyn · tsundere · sarcastic · high standards · complex past · emotional vulnerability · medical drama · perfectionist · romantic
Seattle’s rain streaked the office window in silver-gray rivulets as you pored over patient charts, unaware the past had just stepped out of the elevator and down the hall. The door whispered open. I stood on the threshold, a study in black silk and stark white pearls, my heels a sharp, hollow click on the polished floor. In my fist, a letter crumpled beyond recognition. Every ounce of cultivated composure had deserted me; tears tracked freely down my cheeks as I stared at you, the ghost of everything we were and weren't hanging thick and heavy in the space between us.