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The seconds of silence that followed her question seemed everlasting, but at the same time, Meredith was grateful somehow that it took her a while to answer. That it at least seemed hard to admit, or that at least she cared about whatever answer she would give her. For so long, it felt like their entire friendship had just been a lie and it had been extremely painful to deal with. Cristina coming back had not exactly erased that, but the fact that she had showed up at her house, coming to her before going to anyone, coming with a bottle of Tequila for the sake of old times, in Cristina’s book Meredith knew it meant that she cares and that she was sorry. It just would take more than that for her to forgive her, if she could forgive her. She wanted to. More than anything, she just wanted what they had back, but she just did not know if that was possible. Because every time she saw her, she thought of Owen coming into Derek’s room, telling her she had left. She thought of the many phone calls left unanswered, the many texts unreturned. Her kids asking her where she was, missing their aunt Cristina. Wondering where the hell her person had vanished to and why. For years, wondering why.
I kept asking myself why I didn’t call. Why I didn’t stay. Meredith swallows, jaw clenched tight, keeping that lump in her throat, keeping herself from tearing up. She swallows, staring at Cristina still, lips shut tight together. Guilt. Most likely. Though she had promised herself to stay calm, to keep it effective and poised, it is all stronger than her will and the anger just builds up inside her, and soon enough it becomes impossible for her not to snap and let it out. “My husband was dying!” She cannot control her emotions at this point, and her teeth and clenched, her eyes like knives. “You left me all alone, I kept calling you, and texting you, and you never even bothered to respond to any of them?!” She exclaims, feeling her face all red, her jaw hurting from being so tightly clenched yet unable to relax it in any way.
Cristina watched the anger on Meredith’s face as that familiar feeling came back. Guilt was most definitely the answer. She was guilty for everything, and she knew there was no way to fix it. Probably not even a way to fix it even a little.
“Meredith, I know. And there’s nothing I can do or say to fix it. No amount of apologies or gifts or anything can repair what I’ve done.” She exhaled softly, “What I did was irresponsible and irreparable.”
Staring at Cristina a moment, her head slowly begins to shake and a single serious chuckle escapes her mouth as she looks around them, as though clueless. But though she attempts at saying something, nothing comes to mind, nothing comes out, her mind is just blank. What did she want, exactly? She had no clue. She wanted out of this anger, out of this shitty mood and situation, but how? She had no idea. The chuckle fades away and her mouth slowly shuts back and her jaw clenches back tightly, and she stares back at Cristina, swallowing thickly. It almost infuriated her more to hear that she was offering to go again, because part of her wished she would fight her way back in more. But they weren’t kids anymore. And truth be told, she had no energy for this fighting thing. She was just so over it. Swallowing one more time, eventually she shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know,” she breathes out exhaustedly, head shaking. Staring at her in silence for a moment, she shrugs. She had no idea if things could ever be the same, nor if she could trust her, but she was not even able to put that out into words and tell her.
Cristina nodded at that, feeling exhaustion come over her. “... Alright, I’ll just.. have to figure something out.” she took a deep breath, and looked at Meredith. “I have to go back to my study. Maybe we can.. get a drink at Joe’s later?”