Disclaimer: Alex and Olivia belong to Dick Wolf, not me. *cries*
Sometimes I think that Alex's pain hurts me more than it hurts her. I know that her Ice Princess façade is just that, but sometimes her cool gaze fools even me. I love her more than anything, but she's still a tough one, and at times it's hard to pinpoint what she's feeling. Her face is a book that is just as closed as mine is open.
Sometimes she comes home from work and she acts like everything's okay, and it amazes me, because we've both seen something today that's chilled me to the bone. But she's unrelenting as ever, methodical, professional, even distant. I would call her cold if I didn't know better.
But I can see it in her eyes. In those bottomless cerulean orbs, I see sadness. Hopelessness. Helplessness. Fear. And all I can do is take her into my arms and hold her close, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear. On those days, I take care of her as best I can.
And when she can't or won't, I cry for her, too. I cry so she doesn't have to.
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