Oct 09, 2010 21:53
Almost a week she had been on the island, and Lexie still wasn't entirely convinced that she hadn't gone crazy. There was evidence enough to the contrary, of course, and somewhere, deep down, she knew it was illogical to believe herself so, but there was just too much she couldn't wrap her head around yet, and it was almost easier to explain it all away as the product of some psychotic break. A sister from her past who no longer wanted anything to do with her, a dead close friend who wasn't dead anymore, someone who looked just like Mark Sloan - all of it together was more than she could deal with, or, at least, more than she wanted to deal with. And she'd thought things had sucked back in Seattle.
In an attempt at keeping herself distracted, she'd settled at the bar in the Hub with a drink, the closest thing to normalcy that she could attempt around here. She'd been sitting for a while, fairly miserable and doing little to hide it, when she noticed George walk in. Forgetting momentarily how awkward things were, purely by nature of the time she'd come from and what she was trying hard not to tell him, she practically lit up, lifting an arm to wave him over, as if she'd been expecting him to just walk on by. She had made a mistake before, in letting them drift apart just because he didn't return the feelings she'd had for him. Now, regardless of how weird it was, she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. "George! Over here!"
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