The cold concrete slabs outside Seattle Grace was not a very comfortable place for George, but he usually found himself literally attested to it whenever he did not know what to do. The news of his first patient’s death, when he left Meredith’s house, his father died, and now what lay ahead was just unknown.
“Hey!” Lexie came closer with her arms crossed.
Lexie jumped up to the slab and sat to be at the same level as him. She looked at her side to find George still puzzled and confused. Finally breaking the silence.
“You don’t have to feel guilty you know. Its okay I don’t ask for apology either.”
“I never thought you looked at me that way. I was too busy being all nerdy. I saw you helping me and feelings are just so…”
“Alright I get that. Maybe if you were involved in a relationship then it would have been effective.” Lexie blew warm air into her palms.
“What is that suppose to mean?” George looked at Lexie for the first time since the conversation started.
“You know, you dated Olivia to get noticed by Meredith, and then Callie, soon you realized that Izzie was right for you…”
“Hold on, I can agree (not) about the previous two but me and Izzie were totally different.”
“Really? How?” Lexie couldn’t wait.
“Okay I may be called the guy who cheated, and that is what bothered me a lot. I almost broke all type of human contact with Izzie, to work on my marriage, but there was this time where I walked away. I walked away in the other direction and every step felt wrong. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar as if , as if I was doing something guilt worthy, and suddenly I stopped, turned, and felt being pulled by this empowering force that was just so fast and quick that I realized I was opening the door I had left behind.”
Lexie saw George face lit up as he kept speaking,
“I opened the door to see these two eyes that shot up. And it was Izzie. For the first time I saw myself in her eyes not as a reflection but as if she called me and I responded. It felt so comforting and so natural. At that point I realized I was George, just George who loves his best friend for giving him the importance to consider as someone she can trust.
At that point that is all I could think about. I couldn’t feel my ring, I gave up, and honestly the best part is that I get to be the person who can live and feel this everyday whenever I want.”
“How can she not see this now?” Lexie spoke after a long pause
“We both do actually. Well at least that’s what I think,” George turned and looked into Lexie with one of his eyes half filled with tear. “May be we are waiting for something much more dramatic!” He gave out a smile that was just so bitterly sweet.
The cold concrete slabs outside Seattle Grace was not a very comfortable place for George, but he usually found himself literally attested to it whenever he did not know what to do. The news of his first patient’s death, when he left Meredith’s house, his father died, and now he simply waited for a happy ending.
Just one more thing.
Izzie’s fingers placed gently on the wooden slab. Her thumb, rubbing the smooth surface in nervousness or to calm her down, she didn’t know. It was easier to look at the movement rather than speaking.
“My life is crazy. I am trying to settle my happiness with this other guy and I feel lost, I want to give him a shot, just to see if I have moved on or not. And I want to move on. I know I am not in my zone to take such a step with a complicated guy like Alex but I feel I see something. I don’t think George will understand…”
“I am sorry, who?” the priest interrupted.
“George. He is my best friend.” Izzie replied.
“Okay.” The priest never seemed to have enjoyed such a confession.
“As I was saying,” Izzie continued. I want to tell George that I am alright, not awesome but alright. We have not been the same since an incident; even though we cleared out all the doubts there is just something not there like before that made us click. I want him to be here, I want him to be around me to make my happiness awesome.”
“Here is the thing. You clearly did not come here to make a confession. I get that. But if I am an audience of your story, then my remarks would be that you should go tell him. Tell George those exact same words. And if I have understood him correctly, I think he will have something to tell you, to make you feel better.”
“Okay so tell him, right?” Izzie’s thumb gained momentum.
“Yes find him; I think he will be somewhere more familiar, read out those words from your heart.”
“So this is your hide out?” Izzie stood in between the door pane and the knob, as the narrow ray of light projected into the lien closet where George sat on one of the steel surfaces. Izzie shut the door behind her and moved forward.
“What happened to us?” Izzie started.
“I have noo idea.” George said with a small laugh of disbelieve.
“I am happy George. I know you are worried, but U need you to tell me that I will be happy. I will be able to move on.”
Izzie came closer to George with each word, and she stopped to hold his hand.
“Do you want to move on?” George asked Izzie this question with the least expression on his face, but the courage to look straight into Izzie’s eyes was perfect to make her think.
Izzie never asked this question to herself. She knew this would be coming somewhere, somehow from someone but not from George.
“I don’t know. I want to, I shouldn’t I guess, but I want to.” Izzie seemed confused than ever.
“I’ll wait,” George said. “I’ll wait, I will be there to be your best friend, I will help you buy Valentine gifts. You will help me pick a shirt for my hot dates, and you will be buy me a drink when I pass my exam. But I’ll wait.” George jumped off the slab and stood face to face with Izzie.
“I’ll wait too.” Izzie breathed out these words followed by a smile. She felt relaxed.
They empty spot was gone from both of their minds. In the dark lit room they could see through each other. They let go of their hands and in their heart they this was yet again a new beginning, just like the last time in this very place.