Once upon a time, I stepped into Seattle Grace Hospital for the first time, and met the soft green eyes of a curly browned haired guy. I had one thought at that moment, and wondered whether he'd ever fall in love with me, or if I would ever fall in love with him. The only reason I wondered of this, was because I could tell, that he was a very sweet and kind guy.

Once upon a time, I learned the name of the my fellow intern, as it was was George O'Malley. He was cute, kind, and sweet, and one hell of an awkward guy. Within a month, I fell in love with George, only to realize his heart was set on one of my best friends, Meredith. Although I loved Meredith, I was worried because she was much prettier, smarter, and skinnier than I was.

Once upon a time, I heard a rapid knocking on my door at one-thirty at night while I watched Ellis Grey's videos on the small TV of my white-walled apartment. I held a broomstick handle in one hand, worried about who would knock on my door at such a time. Realizing it was George, I quickly threw away the broom handle and let him in. His heart was broken because Meredith started crying while having sex, and I let him rant on to me until I told him he needed to have a shower instead of drinking all my orange juice. He thanked me later for letting him crash.

Once upon a time, I told George that I loved him, while he fell asleep on my shoulder after going through a movie marathon. I guess I though he was asleep but he bolted up to my complete surprise and raised his eyebrows in surprise. With embarrassment, I locked myself in the shower and sighed, until he somehow got a hold of a bobby pin from my nightstand and greeted me. A smile was on his face as he plopped down beside me despite my vicious glares.
"I don't love you yet." He said to me.
In fury, I slapped his knee. "You can be less blunt about it."
"Yet." He said. "I don't love you yet."

Once upon a time, George O'Malley asked me out on a date, and I obviously said yes, and we had blast. He took me to a small cafe for a sandwich because he told me that's how a first date should be. I told him that I was craving a sandwich for lunch anyways. Then he decided that we should get some ice cream, so we went for ice cream and decided that his order was way better than mine. Mint Chip was definitely my new favorite. I spent most of the time stealing his bowl of ice cream until he laughed and handed it to me. Refusing his offer, I told him that his ice cream tastes better when I was snaking it from him. Then we locked eyes and my stomach did a massive somersault, and our lips curved into a smile.

Once upon a time, George O'Malley asked me out on a fancier date, where we went to a fancy restaurant, and I wore dress. I shaved my legs, he wore a nice shirt. It was way more awkward than our previous ones, and in all honesty, I was worried on how the night would go. But then while he was opening the door for me, he tripped and I realized that his knee was scraped really bad form the gravel and probably needed stitches. He apologized for being so clumsy and I took him to Seattle Grace to stitch up his knee. It was hilarious, we cracked jokes all night and we went to his, Izzie's, and Meredith's place. We spent the whole night laughing until I unfortunately stopped myself and the twisted feeling in my stomach came back. His hazel green eyes stopped my breathing and it felt as though I was trapped in a cage I couldn't get out of. Then he told me he loved me.

Once upon a time, the person I loved said he loved me back. So like any person would do, I kissed him. His lips were soft and comforting, slowly grasping onto mine little by little. I pulled my hand up to his neck and smiled as as my lips left his. It was hard to say something after that, but I fell asleep on his chest afterwards.

Once upon a time, I bumped into George while he was on call. He was half naked and I felt my body heat up.
"Hey." I had said shyly
"Hey." He said back
I locked the door and crashed into his lips, where he immediately responded and one thing led to another so we slept together that night. I woke up cradled in his chest and his pager went off. He told me loved me again and my face reddened immediately as he put on his clothes and walked off.

Once upon a time, I went on what seemed like the thousandth dinner and he pulled out a velvet box much to my surprise. He opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring and my heart nearly stopped. I immediately grabbed it and said yes, grabbing the whole restaurant's attention, and I kissed him because we were going to get married. That was one of the best nights of my life.

Once upon a time, I went bridal shopping with Mer, Izzie, and Cristina and found a nice dress, planned a wedding, and drank some champagne. We had one of the wildest parties and Izzie started crying because her two best friends were getting married. I told her to stop otherwise I would start crying too and Cristina would leave.

Once upon a time, I wore a white dress and curled my hair with a pound of products on my skin. I had bridesmaids wearing green and a little outdoor reception with my little cousin as a flower girl. She told me I looked really pretty and she wanted to look like me when she was older. I almost cried when she said that and I met my fiancé at the other side as his mouth widened into a smile.
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met." He told me as I handed my bouquet to Izzie.
The priest's words were meaningless as I gazed into his green eyes and the usual feeling of my heart fluttering was back. We exchanged vows that rolled off our tongue anxiously until we exchanged on a pair of wedding bands. Then we kissed and were officially married. The night was the best night of my life.

Once upon a time, almost a year after our marriage, George told me he wanted to go to the army. I was mad at first, but I supported him no matter what. He enrolled in the army and said he was going to go see his mother so he could tell her. Later a nameless man with serious injuries entered the ER, his face torn apart because of a bus he jumped in front of to save another girl. The only piece of knowledge the hand of him was the wedding band in his finger. When I went to check on him, he grabbed my hand and my ring. I examined his and I nearly passed out, realizing that this person was my husband, who jumped in front of a bus to save another's life. I hyperventilated, screaming helplessly to page someone and I looked into the bloodshot eyes of George, and knew that those were his. Tears streamed down my face continuously and all the things I looked for, birthmarks, heights, foot size, were al the same. Doctors rushed into the room and I showed them the wedding ring which was a larger version of mine. They were all just as shocked as I was, and they took him to the OR quickly after. Before he was rolled in, I told him I loved him. His lips tried to form words but I put my fingers on his destroyed lips because I knew he loved me too and I needed him to rest so he could live for me.

Once upon a time, I was crying on Izzie's shoulder at my husband's funeral, unable to walk up to his coffin to put the biggest bouquet of flowers on it. She cried as well, but couldn't form words to express sympathy.

Once upon a time I adopted a pair of twins and raised them until I grew old, telling them about George and what he did. I raised them to be excellent surgeons who were better than me or anyone else in my year. They made me such a proud mother as one of them went to trauma like George did and one of them went into Neonatal like I did. I went through every step of their life with them, teased them, and saw them break. But I knew I had to let the go so I did. I retired with Meredith and Alex, who were the only people I had left. Over the years so many people were lost in this program and I felt good to know that we did our job well. One of the twins Alexa, named after Mer's sister, married Bailey and she was now pregnant. Meredith and I had no place to put our money so we bought a fancy white crib and a big red stroller together, filled with stuffed animals for our grandchildren. We went all out that day much to the annoyance of our kids.

Once upon a time, I realized I was sick with old age and I called Alexa and Marcus, who was named after Mark, rushed me to the hospital. To their dismay I signed a DNR, and I could feel myself drifting away. I could feel them resuscitating even against my wishes as I died but saw a familiar face on the other side. I felt young again, the peak of my health, and George beamed at me, reaching out a hand for me to take. Behind him were another crowd of people I once loved, Derek, Lexie, Mark, my parents, Izzie... all waiting for me in the elevator.

Once upon a time, my lips formed into a smile and I walked towards George, taking his hand and kissing his cheek, then rested my head onto his chest.
"I missed you." He said to me softly.
"I missed you more."
I stepped into the elevator, my hand in his, and I waited, because I knew that when the elevator opened I would finally be with him forever.

Ok I'm just seriously not over George's death like why would they do that?
I'm so dead.
I mean, you see him in his uniform smiling at Izzie isn't he elevator and Callie hyperventilating, that was saddest moment of my life.