Cris: Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. So, between the two of us, you and McDreamy should be fine. I thought it would fix me.
Mer: That’s not why he married you.
Cris: Oh, he didn’t marry me. He married a corpse. I’m dead inside.
Mer: I told Derek. About the miscarriage. I told him. You got married Cristina. For better, or for worse. This is the worse part. The thing is, there will be better parts. You should go back.
Cris: Yeah.
Mer: Yeah.
Owen: Cristina. You don’t feel nothing. Alright. You didn’t feel nothing today. You felt scared. You were terrified. You felt anger. You were angry at me. After what you’ve been through you’re allowed. Alright. That’s what you should be feeling. I know. Because, when I was there I felt all those things. And I… I took it all out on you. And you were patient, and you were kind. And you stayed through it. Because you love me. You love me. So ah, you can be scared with me. Or you can be pissed with me or at me. I don’t care. Cause, I’m gonna stay through it all. I’m not going anywhere Cristina. I’m not going anywhere without you.
Cris(to Owen): Lets go home.
Cris left
Mer(t0 Owen): I had already fixed her before you came. But, that was a nice speech.
i think we are allowed to be terrified and to feel pissed off. we are allowed when the unexpected things are happening to us. even the unexpected is expected. even when we said we are ready for the lost. the truth is we are never ready for the lost. we are allowed to get angry when someone left us during the worse time. and we are allowed to be terrified when someone is really there, when we thought no one is actually there. for the optimist, you should be terrified when he left you. and for the pessimist, you should be terrified, even when he asked you out. even when it means nothing to him, and it means something to you. you should feel terrified, cause through the terrifying moment, there will be a change, for better. or for worse. - Fanny Torres (muahahaha)
And I'm terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only life
- Katherine McPhee
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