Fitz has eliminated me. I mean, sure, he didn't exactly but in my mind he did. He just thought I was a game. That's what kills me. To him, I was just a stupid sex toy he could use to get some peace of mind from the real world, to me, GODDAMIT that's a slap in my face. I turned Edison down for him! Well, actually, I probably would have turned Edison down anyways. I wasn't a big fan of second chances with divorce. I believed that if you got a divorce, you got divorced for a reason. Edison and I just didn't have the chemistry.

But Fitz? Maybe that was my path in life. To help others succeed but screw myself out of every other opportunity. I love-loved-Fitz. I shuttered as I used my feeling in past tense. I was ruined. He didn't care anymore. Inside, I was dead.

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3 MONTHS LATER

Another guy was actually flirting with me. I snorted. "So are you suggesting we go out on a date?" I said, clearly shocked.

"Well, not exactly," the handsome, young man in front of me said cautiously. To be honest I wasn't surprised but loss still bit me hard. "Maybe we could grab a cup of coffee instead? I hear dates are overrated." The guy tried, smiling.

I couldn't help but smile. "So not a date?" I confirmed.

He shook his head. "Not at all, just a couple of young civilians taking a stroll in front of the White House." The man laughed.

"Sounds fascinating." I told him.

"How about tomorrow? Say…6?"

"In the morning?! I'll have to work that into my schedule." I joked.

He laughed along with me and nodded his head. "Six it is then. See you then Olivia." And away he walked down towards another security guard in the White House.

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Coffee went like a charm. I learned that this mysterious guy's name was Andrew; he is 37 years old, works as yet another security guard down in a secluded wing in the White House. This was a real, nice, handsome guy. One that had no strings attached and had a successful job and wasn't married to someone else. It felt good to not have to feel like a liar and a tramp and a thief all the time. I was finally free. My phone suddenly rang. ANDREW, oh how I loved that name. "Hello?" I answered.

"Someone must call god and tell him an angels gone missing." I heard on the other end of the line, making me paste a stupid looking grin on my face.

"Someone needs to get ahold of time and tell him that that's the oldest pickup line in the book." I commented.

"Touché," Andrew agreed. "So, anyway, besides my bad taste in pickup lines, would you allow me to treat you to dinner?"

I almost gasped at his politeness. "Maybe." I dragged on.

"Maybe?!" Andrew scoffed. "Well I never."

I laughed. "Yes Andrew, it'd be an honor to accompany you to dinner."

"So precise, you always know the exact right thing to say." Andrew complimented me. "See you at 8:00."

I gasped. "Tonight?! You're taking me out to dinner on a Thursday?" I asked dumbfounded.

"That's right Ms. Pope. We are gonna go all out tonight." I smiled and then frowed.

"Goodbye Andrew." I told him, hanging up. I couldn't help but wonder if Andrews comment had had an underlying meaning. I hadn't had a love affair since Fitz. Well, I wouldn't exactly call this an affair to be honest. Not yet anyway.