Out Of Mind

She wanted to forget.

She had tried so hard to forget his face, forget the feelings. She had tried to forget everything, his scent, his taste, the sweet aroma he carried with him into her arms.

She had asked him why he was leaving, finding that she couldn't accept the answer.

In all honesty she knew he didn't have the answer, things like this shouldn't happen to anyone, especially Elliot Stabler.

She held back her tears as his blood seeped through the tight gaps between her fingers.

He didn't cry, he didn't whimper, he didn't complain about the pain whatsoever. He was so strong.

Not strong enough.

She hated him for that.

He knew what was happening, he had accepted it. She didn't want to know what was happening, she refused to accept it.

He had pushed her hands away from his wound and grasped them tightly in his hands, pulling her closer.

She whispered, "You're going to be ok."

He was starting to see through her lies.

"Liv," he had tears in his eyes.

A tear fell from her broken eye, landing softly on his blood-smeared cheek, blending with the blood so perfectly that it made another fall.

She hushed him, "Shh, don't speak."

She kissed his forehead and squeezed his hands. They both new this would be the last time they'd speak. The last time they'd touch. The last time he'd see her face. They weren't going to waste this time spending it trying to prevent the inevitable. They spent it together, in a silent harmony. One truthfully content, one putting on a façade.

Three words were spoken, whispered into the air, which was as thick as it was vacant.

Neither knew who'd spoken them. Had it been a mutual agreement, a silent confession?

Or had it been so much more than that?

To say a thousand words with one?

To look a thousand looks with one?

To cry a thousand tears with one?

To kiss infinite kisses with but one?

To bleed a pool of love with a single wound?

It was more than that. It was so much more than the six years they'd spent.

She sobbed into his chest as he parted ways, leaving her with a chaste kiss.

She could never forget.