"Who am I to say that it's okay for you to just walk out that door and never look back?" Oliver said with tears in his eyes. "Who am I to say that I need you to breath."
His words cut her like a knife. She had fallen for him from the first moment that she saw him. It was killing her to walk out the door but so much had happen and she needed to do this. To let go of what she had become.
"Who am I to say that the stars in the sky will no longer shine bright at night when you slam that door. Because you slamming it on me. On the man that loves you more than he has ever loved any one or any thing in the world."
She licked her bottom lip trying to be strong. Her heart breaking with each word that he spoke. "I don't know what to say, Ollie." She batted her eyes to stop the tears from over flowing. "You know that I love you more than anything. But I can't stay here knowing that I could hurt you or that little girl down the hall."
"Your not a bad person. You know that. I can hire a doctor who can fix it. You don't have to walk out that door like your mother did you." He walked over to her, but she took a step back.
"Ollie, I killed a man. I took the life of another person."
He looked into her eyes. He could see the emptiness that had replace the happiness that she used to be full of. "You thought he was about to kill em. Your were protecting me. That doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a great wife. Someone who loves her husband enough to do the unthinkable."
"It doesn't make it right, Ollie." She could no longer hold back her tears. "He was just a boy. An unarmed boy."
Oliver made one more attempt to take her hand, this time he succeeded. "I know your heart. And that heart has help so many people. Even your greatest enemies. You could never hurt me or our daughter."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "That's a chance that I wont take." She turned and started towards the door.
"Please don't walk out on us. How am I suppose to live with out you?" He pleaded.
The sound of little feet came down the winding stairs. Olivia a cute little, blond curly haired girls walks down to her mother. "Mommy, where are you going?"
Oliver looked at his wife with such hurt and disappointment. This wasn't the woman he fell in love with. Because she would never walk out on him and her daughter.
"Mommy has to go away for a while." She said. She realized that she just said the same words that her mother had said to her when she was a little girl. She knelt down to hug the little image of her. "Just know that mommy loves you and there will never be a day that she doesn't think of you." Her voice cracked as she stood back up and walked over to Oliver. "I'm not saying goodbye. I will be back. I just need time. I need to figure out who I have become." She kissed him one long and simple kiss, tracing his lips with her index finger as she pulled away. "Please don't try to find me."
"When are you coming back?" He asked.
She shook her head no. "I don't know." She paused. "I have to go." She turned and started once more to the door.
"Mommy, take my doll with you so she can keep you company." Olivia handed the doll up to her mother. "I love you."
"I love you too." She looked over at Oliver. "I love both of you." She hurried out the door pausing in the hallway as her tears fell down her cheeks.
Oliver walked over and picked up his daughter who was too young to grasps what was really happening. He held her head against his chest as tears rolled down his cheek. "Who am I but the man that will die without your loving smile to wake me in the morning. Who am I but the one person, the one person made for you." He whispered.