|Arizona Robbins (goodmaninastorm) wrote in rooms,|
@ 2014-05-31 11:51:00
|Entry tags:||!grey's anatomy, *narrative, arizona robbins|
grey's anatomy, narrative }
Who: Arizona Robbins (Narrative)
Where: Grey’s Door
When: May 29/30
Arizona leaned back against the front door, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkened interior of her house. It felt empty without Callie’s things or Sofia’s toys scattered everywhere. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to that again, the loneliness.
At least before, when Callie had left her, she’d had a hotel room, a place that was supposed to be empty. And there had been people. She really missed the people.
Dropping her keys onto the table, she walked from room to room, turning on the lights as she made a quiet circuit through the rest of the house until she got to their bedroom. She stopped in the doorway, hesitating, before she forced herself to go in, closing her eyes as she tried not to let herself fall apart. She hadn’t been in here since the first night, when she realized how much the empty bed reminded her of past mistakes. That was when she’d started sleeping on the sofa.
But it had been two weeks now. She knew because she’d been counting the days.
Life was different now. And she was going to have to learn to accept that. No Callie. No Sofia. It was heartbreaking. But she was going to have to find a way to live with it.
Not that she would ever give up hoping. They were her family, her life. She’d just gotten them back. And this wasn’t her home anymore, not without them.
Turning back toward the door, she switched off the light, heading back into the living room. She held herself together as she slipped out of her coat and hung it up, left her shoes beside the front door, set her phone down beside her keys...
With nothing left to distract herself, she sank down onto the couch, warm tears sliding down her cheeks.
This wasn’t her home anymore.