Uncommitted
W is for "Well, you said you don't know me and you don't wear my chains..."-Alex/Cristina-PG
For Waltzmatilda
They had an equally terrible experience with marriage, weddings, the whole commitment thing.
And maybe that shared knowledge, they’re common psychic trauma brought them together.
They were the ones who got left behind, for something bigger, something better, something they couldn’t be.
And maybe they should have used that as a motivator to be something more than they were, instead of just an excuse to have another drink.
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They found a sort of safety with each other.
They’d never break each other’s hearts because they’d never own a piece of each other’s hearts to begin with.
You couldn’t break something you never got a chance to touch.
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They didn’t talk.
They didn’t acknowledge the fact that they didn’t have to talk because they already knew.
They preferred to think they just didn’t need words any more.
They’d never really gotten anywhere through talking.
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They didn’t like to acknowledge their similarities, either, liked to pretend they were polar opposites.
Cristina wore her similarities to Meredith like a badge, because Meredith was her person for better or worse, a vow that neither knew at the time would end up lasting longer than any other they tried to take.
Alex didn’t mind noting his similarities to Meredith either, because she was kind of the only real friend he’d ever had.
They wanted to polar opposites to each other, constantly repelling.
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The thing they did, comfort sex that turned into regular sex that turned into a shared apartment, lasted for years.
People around them got married and divorced, had babies, lives beginning and ending while they moved through it.
Together.
Even if they didn’t always see it that way.
For Waltzmatilda
They had an equally terrible experience with marriage, weddings, the whole commitment thing.
And maybe that shared knowledge, they’re common psychic trauma brought them together.
They were the ones who got left behind, for something bigger, something better, something they couldn’t be.
And maybe they should have used that as a motivator to be something more than they were, instead of just an excuse to have another drink.
888888888
They found a sort of safety with each other.
They’d never break each other’s hearts because they’d never own a piece of each other’s hearts to begin with.
You couldn’t break something you never got a chance to touch.
8888888888
They didn’t talk.
They didn’t acknowledge the fact that they didn’t have to talk because they already knew.
They preferred to think they just didn’t need words any more.
They’d never really gotten anywhere through talking.
88888888
They didn’t like to acknowledge their similarities, either, liked to pretend they were polar opposites.
Cristina wore her similarities to Meredith like a badge, because Meredith was her person for better or worse, a vow that neither knew at the time would end up lasting longer than any other they tried to take.
Alex didn’t mind noting his similarities to Meredith either, because she was kind of the only real friend he’d ever had.
They wanted to polar opposites to each other, constantly repelling.
888888888
The thing they did, comfort sex that turned into regular sex that turned into a shared apartment, lasted for years.
People around them got married and divorced, had babies, lives beginning and ending while they moved through it.
Together.
Even if they didn’t always see it that way.