Title : I'll melt with you inspired by Nouvelle Vague
Disclaimer : I don't own anything but these words.
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Olivia's POV
It's disturbing, her presence by your side. She used to monopolize your thoughts, capture your attention at every waking hour - and even in your sleep if you're honest with yourself. Now she's in your world and the reality of it makes you flinch every time you glance at her. It's like her hair really, gorgeous and shiny and red just like the imaginary light that goes off in your brain whenever she's near you. You can't help it though. You have to look at her when she says something, when you're brainstorming together, when you arrive on a fringe scene. You have to make sure she's not you. So you look, more or less subtly, to see her gimmicks and the way her eyes get lost in the distance when she's thinking. Then you let out a quiet sigh because she looks nothing like you; or so you think. Sometimes she catches you staring and had the situation been reversed, you would have asked her what the hell it was that she was looking at. She doesn't say this though, she simply smiles that smug smile you can't stand and raises her eyebrows inquisitively. In these moments you try not to blush and shrug the question off, your eyes darting back to the file you can't focus on.
You wonder if it feels like this to have a twin sister. Although the idea seems stupid because you haven't been raised in the same universe and she tried to steal your life, you still wonder. Do the people who have twin get confused about where one begins and the other ends sometimes? Like they're complete together but at the same time they're always trying to push each other out of…of what? The universe? You already have one each. You wonder how is it that it's so hard to figure out someone who's supposed to be you, and how come you feel some sort of belonging to her.
You know who you are though; you just can't help thinking, what if she's better? What if she's a better version of you and should be the only Olivia Dunham? You dismiss these thoughts because she's looking at you right now, you can feel her green eyes boring through you and you wish you weren't so transparent and easy to decipher. Your face has often betrayed you and you envy her ability to control hers perfectly. Maybe that smug smile is just a façade but at least it works. You raise your head and tilt it a little because it's your way of questioning silently.
"How about a little break?" she asks and though you would never admit it, you think it's a good idea. This case is hell and you two have been on it for what seems hours. Actually it has been hours.
"Okay" you answer before pinching the top of your nose between your index and thumb.
Liv takes the clue.
"Want a coffee?" she says while getting up.
"Uh yes, thank you. One sugar.."
"No milk, I know."
She walks away before you can ask and after 2 seconds you realize you don't want to know anyway. The table you were working on seems bigger with only you sitting around it and you think reluctantly that her presence isn't so bad after all. It's a bittersweet sensation, just like in winter when the cold wind bites your cheeks and stings but the moment it stops you find yourself missing its touch on your skin. You try to picture life without your alternate and it feels wrong and unbalanced. You don't have a lot of time to ponder over it because she's back, one coffee in each hand and a friendly smile hanging on her lips. You don't know who's surprised the most when you find yourself smiling back at her.