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Lost and Screwed in New York
-Elisabeth Carmichael-
It was one of those mornings, bitter wind, overcast skies, and a dankness that not even the thickest of coats could prevent from permeating one's bones. Olivia exhaled forcefully as she stepped into the precinct, rubbing her gloved hands together vigorously in an attempt to rid herself of the biting cold that held her captive. Not even the steaming coffee left precariously unattended on her partner's desk could expel her chill. But she grabbed it anyways, allowing her ridiculously bundled self to collapse into his chair.
He didn't seem to be anywhere in the near deserted bullpen. Olivia took a sip of his coffee, promising herself she'd buy him a replacement later. Her eyes caught an open document on his computer; it hardly resembled a DD-5. With a quick look over her shoulders she leaned forward slightly to see what he had been working on.
Dear Amy,
My ex-wife and I divorced after 20 years of marriage, 4 wonderful kids, and 2 years of separation. I was reluctant to sign the divorce papers because I love my family and my ex-wife, but our marriage was floundering for years before our separation. Though I love my ex, I fell out of love with her a number of years ago when I realized I had found my soul-mate in a co-worker. I never cheated on my wife, never acted on my feelings for "Liz." The problem is, I made the mistake of going back to my ex for one night and she got pregnant. We have a new little baby, I moved back home, and though I have what I thought I wanted, I feel unfulfilled and depressed.
In my heart, I so desperately want to tell Liz how I feel about her, but I am afraid that she doesn't feel the same. I am afraid of what might happen to us at work if anyone finds out my feelings for her. I am afraid of hurting my baby and my ex. I am afraid of screwing up my life even further. But life hardly seems worth living without Liz. Should I move out and end my romantic relationship with my ex (which has not been intimate for months)? Should I tell Liv that I have been in love with her since I first laid eyes on her? Or should I keep living this miserable existence? Please help. Life hardly seems worth living another day.
-Lost and Screwed in New York
Olivia's eyes had been blinking incessantly for the past five minutes. He hadn't told her. Hadn't let on how depressed he had been. Now it made sense. It was because of her.
Suddenly she didn't seem so bitterly cold. She tugged at her scarf and hat, quickly shed her jacket and gloves, desperate to escape the inferno that had engulfed her with such intensity. Hot tears threatened to spill out of her deep chocolate eyes as she made a desperate attempt to subdue what she could only assume was a soaring body temperature. Her mind shut down as she mechanically pounded the steps up to the roof, not registering the faces she passed on the way or the throbbing pain on her arm from running into a boiling pot of water. Cold. She needed cold air. Freezing. She needed the chill to reach her core, wrap around her bones, course through her veins.
Her hand thrust open the rooftop door as her body greedily demanded its salvation only to see his form slumped over not 10 feet from the door. And she knew her body would never be cold again.
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