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I want you to know I’m a mirrorball… I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight.
There is many ways to describe different types of love: temporary, or a fleeting, love where you will forget about in a small passing of time, unrequited love, and loves that are all consuming, making it so you can’t live without it. Each one are special in their own right, but they interlock and overlap.
Originally, Mark Sloan’s love for Lexie Grey was fleeting and one sided. He could’ve turned around and found someone else to pursue someone who was interested in him. But he didn’t because nobody else would be her.
That’s the thing about love… it doesn’t only change you, but it changes with you. It develops and grows alongside you. What was once a lustful infatuation turned into a beautifully tragic love.
I get you out on the floor, simmering beautiful. And I when I break, it’s in a million pieces.
He loved her in a way he couldn’t fully comprehend. It was the first the put his all into. Surgery and medicine came easily to him. Sure, he worked hard and long hours to get to where he was, but the practice was a second nature to Mark. But loving Lexie Grey shook him to his core.
He had never seen someone as beautiful as her, inside and out. Every time he caught a glance of her, she took his breath away. And the more he fell in love with her, the more he knew that she would be his ruin.
I'm still on that tightrope. I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me
If Mark could take back the words and the mistakes he would. He would beg for forgiveness from now until the end of time if it meant he could’ve spent just one more day with Lexie. Instead, he now lay beside her pleading for her life to a God he does not believe in. He didn’t remember the plane coming down or losing sight of her as they fell from the sky. If only he had, then maybe they could’ve traded places and maybe she would’ve survived instead of him. The way it should’ve been.
He stayed by her side, stroking her long cold face, as if it would provide her with no-longer-needed comfort. He would’ve stayed there until the end of time if he could but Meredith and Cristina all but dragged him away back towards the others to await refuge.
The minutes turned into hours, and the hours into days. It was hard to keep track of time, but Yang had said he had been in and out of consciousness, something about his heart. He couldn’t quite remember, nor did he care too. Mark knew he had people depending on him but not even the thought of holding his daughter again could bring him comfort.
Hush: I know they said the end is near
A life without Lexie Grey was unimaginable. Even as help came for them to take them back home to Seattle, Mark was thankful that he was comatose for the majority of it. He couldn’t stand to see Meredith give her sister’s eulogy or to see her father weep over the empty casket.
When he woke up in his ICU bed, he knew that death was coming for him. He had seen it countless times throughout his residency. He had watched families be filled with hope only to see it crushed hours later. Before, Mark would’ve hated the thought of being in his current position but now he was thankful. Thankful for the chance to see his family one last time before he could be with his love forevermore.