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question hung in the air for minutes. Alex slowly sat up, but the couple stayed silent, neither wanting to speak first.

Finally, Alex cleared his throat and he stared down at his hands, clenching his jaw.

"We never-" he started, but stopped quickly. He closed his eyes and growled out, angry at himself for not knowing how to speak about it.

He knew that this would happen, but he just thought it would be a bit longer until it did. Or maybe he thought he'd be the one to bring it up, the guilt too much for him and he had to tell her. But that didn't happen.

Sure, Alex felt guilty. He felt horrible, hating the idea of hurting Eleanora. But he didn't feel guilty about his feelings, about how he knew they were wrong. And that was the problem.

He loved Eleanora Amedeo, but he didn't love her enough to feel guilty for what he did. Just to feel guilty he would hurt her.

"We never slept together." He finally continued, not looking up at her. "We never slept together, we never kissed, I didn't...."

Eleanora looked at him, walking towards the bed to sit beside him slowly. "You didn't cheat on me?" Her voice was shaky, and Alex nodded. He looked over at her and saw the hope in her eyes, the hope that they could make it work, still be happy like they used to be. His voice was hard but not mean, knowing he had to make her understand.

"But I wanted to."

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sat on the edge of the bed, trying to keep as much room as possible between her and Alex. She was shaky and could feel the heartbreak fill her veins.

"So it's something I did?" She finally asked, her voice broken. "I wasn't good enough?"

Alex shook his head and turned to her, his voice sure. "No, no. Eleanora, you are perfect, okay? You are the perfect girlfriend. You did nothing wrong, it was all me."

"Then why!" She yelled, finally looking at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and she gripped the fabric of her scrub pants to where her knuckles were white. "Why did you want to?"

Alex went quiet again, letting his eyes dance across her face. "I don't...." he sighed, focusing back on his hands as he turned forward. "I don't really know."

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   "you love her? Izzie, I mean."

Alex shrugged, not looking at her. "I don't think so."

Eleanora shifted, looking at him with bewildered eyes. "Then why Izzie?"

"I don't think it needed to be Izzie. I just think...I think I felt trapped, like I couldn't go anywhere in the relationship. I mean, I'm happy with you, but we're getting serious. I don't think I'm ready for 'serious'."

Eleanora felt some of the anger fade away, being replaced with slight understanding. "It all comes back to you not wanting to be a boyfriend, doesn't it?"

Alex stayed silent, but Eleanora didn't need him to speak to confirm her thoughts.

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    had been sitting in another span of silence for five minutes, sneaking glances at each other to try and figure out what the other was thinking.

Alex cleared his throat, grabbing Eleanora's attention. She looked at him, and nodded when she noticed he was waiting to see if she wanted him to talk.

"We're over, aren't we?" Despite everything they had discussed tonight, everything he had to, his voice broke at the thought.

Eleanora gave him a sad look, some tears slipping down her cheeks at the idea. "Yeah," she whispered, nodding quickly. "Yeah, Alex, we're over."

Alex squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head in his hands, clenching his jaw.

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   don't hate you." Eleanora spoke up, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She didn't look back at him, knowing her heart would break even more if she did.

"What?" Alex asked, bewildered at the statement.

"I don't hate you, Alex." She continued. "I may not like you right now, and looking at you may break my soul apart piece by piece, but I don't hate you. Maybe I should, you know? But I don't think I have it in me."

Alex looked at her with confused eyes. "You should." He said lowly. "You should hate me, Eleanora."

"But I don't." She laughed out, resting her forehead on the cool wood of the door. "Maybe that makes me weak, I don't know. All I do know is that I love you, Alexander Michael Karev. Even if you hurt me beyond repair, I love you. And I always will, even when we both move on and find the love of our lives."

"You're my person, Alex. So no, I don't hate you. But I still don't want to look at you because you broke me in two, a-and I don't know when that'll change."

She opened the door, the harsh light from the hall creeping in. She walked past the door, pausing to throw one last comment over her shoulder.

"Goodbye, Alex."

With that, Eleanora shut the door behind her and started down the hall, struggling to keep her tears under check.

It seemed that with the end of her intern year creeping up on her, the impending doom that was the end of her relationship fell through the cracks and hid from her until the very last second.

Eleanora Amedeo and Alex Karev may be eachother's 'person', but they weren't soulmates.

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