Lost

Back to where we Belong

Patrick's Pov

Today I for sure have to go to work. I've missed a lot of the show, and I'm not even sure if Shonda's going to be mad at me. I for sure want to avoid Ellen though, unless we have scenes together.

My cuts are still on my wrist, the doctor stiched them up, but honestly, I don't think it's going to make any difference. They're still there, always reminding me of the day that Ellen broke my heart.

I drive myself and the kids to Prospect Studios, dredding to see Ellen again.

I park in the parking lot and help the kids out of the car. I walk them into Ellen and I's trailer and set them up with some iPads and magazines to occupy them for a while. "Daddy, when can we see Ellen?" Tallulah asks. "Um, Ellen isn't here yet, we share this trailer. She'll be here soon Tal, don't worry." I say. She nods and turns her attention back to her magazine.

I look back into the trailer window, and sure enough, I see Ellen walking towards the trailer with her two little girls. Tallulah's face lights up with excitement and she runs out of the trailer with the twins following.

They jump out of the trailer and run towards Ellen, little do they know that I'm dreaded to see Ellen.

The kids start playing near the trailer, and Ellen comes back inside the trailer. "Patrick, can we please talk?" She asks me.

A look of discomfort and sorrow flashes across her face. "What? About this?!" I shout, showing her my stitched up cuts that ran down my forearm up until my elbow. "Ellen, this is a reminder of what you did to me, a reminder of when you broke my heart." I say. "I'm sorry Patrick, truthfully. I will do anything for you to forgive me." She says.

"The kids want me to forgive you, and I will on one condition. That you change, but we can't act like this never happened okay? I'm only doing this for the kids sake. My cuts will always be here, as a reminder of what you did. I know that it must be hard for you to be the most hated person in the cast, but if you change, I am willing to give you another chance."

"Of course, I'll change. I promise." She says, a look of hope flashes across her face.

I wrap my large arms around her tiny frame, and we hug each other for a while. It feels good being friends again, for a minute it feels like nothing bad ever happened between us, like she never broke my heart, like I never cut myself and almost died and as a result I ended up in the hospital.

"So, are we friends again?" She asks me.

"Yes." I answer.

"Good, because I really missed my best friend." She says.

"Me too." I say.

"So, what do you say we go to my place after work, our kids can play while we talk things through." I offer.

"Yeah, I would love that." She says.

"Well, I'm glad that I have my best friend back." I smile.

The rest of the day was fun, a lot of fun I've had in a long time. We had a table read and then more and more scenes to be filmed, but it was all worth it. I've got my best friend back and I'll try my best to change and be a better person. I literally hated myself for breaking Patrick's heart, and maybe we can mend and try again.