'It's better this way' thought Olivia as she held the sharp razor a centimetre from her wrist.
It beckoned to her like the sweet call of a siren. Looking up at her with it's shiny exterior and taunting her to graze it against her skin.
'Just do it you coward!' it seemed to yell at her. Her hand started trembling as she brought the razor close enough to lightly kiss her delicate flesh.
A tear ran down her face as she thought about what brought her to this point. The tragic part was that she couldn't even pinpoint it exactly. It could have been any number of things really. Jerry's death. The torment and manipulation from her parents. The way Fitz looked at her when he found out who was behind his son's death. A look so full of utter pain and anguish, that it was ingrained in her memory.
At the centre of all of the turmoil, there she was. The piece connecting all of this. She was like a poison, infecting those around her until only a broken shell of their former selves remained.
She manipulated and controlled others so that she could get what she wanted. Even when she intended to do good, her actions were always muddied somehow. They always left a trail of destruction in their wake.
And the only way to stop the pain and suffering she caused was to get rid of the source of the problem. Herself.
Of course, she had taken the necessary precautions before doing this. She had locked her front door so that no one would be able to get in and stop her. She had transferred all of her money to OPA, leaving the company in Quinn's name. Those things were easy.
What wasn't easy however, was writing the letter to Fitz. That was painful and stirred up emotions that she thought she had long buried inside of her. It took her a week and three glasses of Bordeaux to finish it. She apologized for all the pain she caused him and said that he no longer had anything to worry about.
Hopefully, he'd receive it by midday tomorrow.
Olivia closed her eyes and slid the razor across her wrist as fast as she could. She sighed in relief as the blood blossomed from her wrist in a continuous languid flow. Suddenly, her breaths became fainter and farther in between. The bathroom seemed to be getting smaller and more distant.
Her grip loosened, the razor falling to her tiled floor with a tiny clatter. Her shoulders slackened as did her entire body. She fell back against the bathroom wall, waiting for the darkness to envelope her.
It was a quiet night in the Oval Office. Fitzgerald downed his third glass of whiskey before slamming his tumbler onto his desk with a resounding thump.
Vivid images of the woman he loved flash through his head. She was lovely although she cause so much pain.
He was like a moth to the flame when it came to his Olivia.
He knew that no matter what he would try to do to banish Olivia from his head he could never forget her.
She was like a violent storm wrecking everything in their journey for carnage.
Fitz let out a deep sigh and leaned against his desk, sipping.
Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door. Fitz opened the door and there stood Abby.
The red head hurried over to Fitz. "Fitz Olivia tried to kill herself!"
His glass shattered on the ground.