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The door to Milliways appears, and Izzie almost has to laugh at the irony of it all.
It's still early. The bar, for now, doesn't hold any familiar faces, anyone who could potentially change her mind in this.
Her expression is resolute, and stays that way - first, as she leaves payment with Bar, to close her tab, once and for all; it barely changes when she requests a pen and paper to leave a series of notes for everyone she's ever met here.
I don't really know how to say this, or even where to begin, really. It's strange; I never actually thought that a bar at the end of the universe would put me in the paths of so many people - so many different people, but so many awesome people at the same time.
It sounds kind of cliché to say "it's not you, it's me". But it's the truth. A lot's happened in these past few months, and it'd be stupid of me to think that I can handle this here.
But I think it's all part of me making progress when I realize I can't.
Know that each and every one of you has impacted me in your own way, and know that I will be forever grateful for that.
-- Izzie Stevens
She folds the last note neatly in half ("Bar, make sure these get to the right people, okay?") and heads for her door without looking back.
The door will show up, from time to time, and she might be tempted to walk through, but each time, she'll let it close.
And pretty soon, it'll stop showing up altogether.
It's still early. The bar, for now, doesn't hold any familiar faces, anyone who could potentially change her mind in this.
Her expression is resolute, and stays that way - first, as she leaves payment with Bar, to close her tab, once and for all; it barely changes when she requests a pen and paper to leave a series of notes for everyone she's ever met here.
I don't really know how to say this, or even where to begin, really. It's strange; I never actually thought that a bar at the end of the universe would put me in the paths of so many people - so many different people, but so many awesome people at the same time.
It sounds kind of cliché to say "it's not you, it's me". But it's the truth. A lot's happened in these past few months, and it'd be stupid of me to think that I can handle this here.
But I think it's all part of me making progress when I realize I can't.
Know that each and every one of you has impacted me in your own way, and know that I will be forever grateful for that.
-- Izzie Stevens
She folds the last note neatly in half ("Bar, make sure these get to the right people, okay?") and heads for her door without looking back.
The door will show up, from time to time, and she might be tempted to walk through, but each time, she'll let it close.
And pretty soon, it'll stop showing up altogether.