Owen and Amelia

The Grief and the Loss and the Pain it is Normal

Amelia's: POV

Owen has been moping around a few days now not saying much. I tried to get him to talk about it, but he didn't keep the conversation. I realized then that we don't know much about each other not really and I want him to open up and talk to me about his life and I'll tell him about mine maybe a little bit.
"Owen?" I say, "can we talk?"
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"This might be the wrong time, but I think we need to talk about our lives to each other and get to know each other better," he didn't say anything, but looked thoughtful, "I'll go first. The farthest I can go back is my forth Christmas and the reason why I remember it is because it was my last Christmas with my dad. I don't remember anything else until I was five, Derek and I were sitting in the back of my dad's store and two men came in and stole the money and wanted his watch and when he refused, he was shot right in the forehead," I swallowed, "when I was a teenager I was into drugs and that got bad-- I died for three minutes-- after that I was put into rehab I can't believe my mom as a single mother of 5 could get through that with me and after that I didn't have friends and the only thing that was keeping me from doing drugs again was jogging that was until the day I got clipped by a minivan," I put my hand on my stomach,"I had my life semi together after that... I went to Harvard and went through my residency and fellowship and then I went to Oceanside Wellness where Addison works. There I spent being a young childish person, but I was drinking and when my friend Michelle killed herself I-" I paused, "I got into drugs again and I met a guy and I thought I loved him, but I don't know... Ryan was his name and I say was because I woke up after this amazing high with him laying dead next to me and then I went to rehab and recovered with my friends' help. Then I realized I was pregnant," my lip quivered, "with an anencephalic baby and after I gave birth to him I donated his organs. I met this guy a little after and we were going to get married, but I called it off, and you know the rest," I finish. I had never told anyone anything like this before. I've never been so open. With Owen I feel good.
"When I was younger my dad left my mom and she raised me. I was a rebellious teenager. I remember my mom would do everything she could for me and I never appreciated her enough. When I got older I wanted to become a doctor and when I was an attending I didn't feel complete or useful. My friend was going out to the war zone to be an army doctor and said that I should come and so I did. I knew that my fiancé at the time wasn't the love of my life, but I told her id come back. I never did. After that I had PTSD. Cristina helped me. It got so bad that one night I woke up with my hands wrapped around her neck," tears were going down his face. It was like that time he said he didn't wanna hurt me now I know what he was talking about, "we were on and off but we finally decided to be together. We got married. She didn't want kids and I do, and it didn't work out and you know the rest," he said mimicking the 'and you know the rest,' part.
"Thank you" I say. We both smile at each other.

I'm just gonna end this here. I'm gonna try and update more!!