SO EASILY SWAYED . WHEN HER CHEST SWELLS WITH FEELING , SHE ANSWERS . and that fateful night in the evening glow of the moon , he emerged like a vision . her broken heart beckoned for him and so went her frame , for she could never deny the inclinations of her heart . he the moon , she the sun / and what of her husband ? robe-clad figure hesitates in the doorway , aged tears staining porcelain flesh . ❝ he isn’t coming . ❞ she is tired , she is shattered . and so forth springs his warm embrace , the way his head comes to fall on her shoulder in a glorious display of affection / IT FEELS LIKE HOME . ❝ you don’t have to stay . i’m sorry . it’s been … a bad week . i shouldn’t have called you here . ❞
her presence was intoxicating, as if she was a walking tragedy -- beautiful, yet mournful. even if this moment was fleeting, mark sloan didn’t mind. beauty, is not without the elegiac nature of instability -- one moment she was there, the next she was lamenting her husband’s indifference. derek shepherd was his best friend: his family gave him everything, yet, even he was aware of how he always eclipsed her. to him, she was the sun but to him, she was a given right. too many holidays did she spend alone without him.
“ addison... ” his voice soft, but her name nonetheless spoken in the manner of a protest. loving addison was hard. not in the way that the feelings felt unnatural, in fact, quite the opposite. it was stomaching the voices in his head, chastising him for sleeping with her. but mark sloan never prayed. so he only held onto her tighter -- because for all he knew, he could lose it all the next day.
“ --- no, i’m staying addison. you shouldn’t be alone tonight. ”
