A/n: Moliver drabble! Emphasis on the moliver! (sigh) gotta love that pairing.
For the most part, I felt I had everything. There were some days when I would wake up smiling, and thank God for the happiness I'd been granted. I'd walk on air and feel invincible.
Then there were the days when reality set in. I'd stop forcing my world to spin around and pause to sit and watch it spin on it's own. And it would hit me.
I was nothing without my secrets and lies.
Without all my lies and secrets, I was a nobody. I was nothing important, just a girl. I didn't have the flexibility to be amazing. I didn't have that protective cover. Because when I was her, I was able to step out of my tattered skin. I wore that identity around me like a wool blanket. When I would feel cold, I'd pull that blanket on and bury myself in it. When I was her, I didn't have to be me. I didn't have to face my mistakes. When I was her, I could make myself anything.
If my wool blanket was taken away, I'd freeze to death. I'd be nothing. My secrets were my happiness, my whole entire life. Which is maybe why I was depressed sometimes. It's a hard pill to swallow when you realize that lies make you you.
He kisses me again, pulling me from my thoughts. I close my eyes, and feel this happiness waft through me. I'd been waiting for him forever. He was the only one who could see through my lies, and find something beautiful in that skin bare, tattered girl without the wool blanket of a secret.
He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. I stare into his honest brown eyes. A spark is in his eyes, and he smiles slowly at me. I smile back. He hugs me close.
"I want to be with you. I want us to be happy." He whispers to me.
I smile.
"I want to be with you too." I reply.
He kisses me again.
"Good."
I'd waited so long for this. To get his love. To be accepted by him. But I knew the way the world worked. I understood.
I leaned in.
"Oliver?" I asked softly.
"Hmm?"
"Let's keep this a secret."