So this is my first ever fan fiction. Please let me know what you think. I know it starts off a bit slow but I think im getting the hang of it
CH1 – Gone
She walked down the halls of the white house with determination. She had to get out before he got back from his first State of the Union speech. She had to hold back the tears in case she ran into anyone.
She walked into her office for the last time. She picked up her box and reminisced on her first night in that office. She got a call very late at night, to meet her in the white house, after the inaugural balls. His desk.
She shook her head trying to bring herself back to reality. They were done.
This morning when Mellie accosted her in the hall and gave her Fitz' flag pin to return to him, that was it. She couldn't do it anymore. She was barely able to stand the pain she had caused herself anymore, but it was not fair to bring Mellie into it. She was done.
She knew if she told him in person, he would make those eyes, and touch her with those hands and she would take it all back. She had to be Olivia Pope, the fixer. She was the problem, he was the unfaithful President, her client, and taking herself out of the equation would fix the problem. So the letter on the desk was all he got.
She opened the door to her office, glanced around one last time, and closed it behind her.
Everyone in the White House was watching the state of the Union, so thankfully she didn't run into anyone. If she had, they would have seen the tears falling down her face, a very rare occurrence, but something that had become more common since his tenure in the big white house began. She handed Maurice her hard pass and it was done. She was gone.
Fitz' speech was well received by the crowd. He couldn't be happier. His first State of the Union speech. All he wanted to do was ask Olivia how he did. She wasn't there, which he thought was odd. This was as much her speech, as his. He stayed put and subject himself to the handshakes, and the votes of confidents from all those who were present, except her. After a respectable time, he excused himself. He had to find her, see her.
Just as she had walked out, he walked in, confidently with conviction. He got to his office, closed the door behind him and took it all in, again. He was the President of the United State of America. His mind still reeling from his speech he put his hands behind his head and headed for his desk. He noticed the letter on the table with his Eisenhower flag pin. He read the letter and his heart broke.
He didn't understand. Things were fine at the rose garden. He loved her, she loved him, they were in this together. But now, she was gone. His Livvie was gone.