So, since I realized I can't get enough inspiration to write long stories, I hope a couple of short one-shots will bring me out of my really really long writers block.

I own nothing but these words. So without further a-do...

An innocent crisp white envelope sits on Elliot Stabler's desk, but no one is around to see it yet. It is still too early for anyone to show up at the station, even the Captain. On the front, written in neat cursive is just the name, Elliot, and nothing else disrupts the perfectness of the envelope. No one has opened it since it was sealed, and so nobody yet knows of the destruction the short note within will bring. Not for another couple of hours will anyone give the envelope a second glance, and when Elliot finally sits at his desk, he won't think it's something incredibly important.

He won't notice, until he is breaking the seal, that Olivia is not in yet. While he is opening it, he will shrug his shoulders and decide she's not late yet. When he sees his name at the top of the letter, he holds his breath, not knowing he will forget how to breath soon.

Elliot,

I think you need to find a new place to crash when you feel alone. Maybe it is selfish of me, but I can't keep breaking your fall when you need me, and then let you break me just because you want to. I can't be the person I once was to you, because we have changed so fundamentally.

In the beginning, I helped you because you didn't feel right asking anyone else, and hell, I never had someone I could help. You became my work in progress, and I valued the fact that only I could really put you back together. But now, you purposely hurt yourself, expecting me to help, and never back away. You purposely leave me out of things until you need me, and hurt me when you aren't hurt. You want to make me feel the pain you have, as if I didn't have enough of my own.

You use me and then throw me away, and for a while, sadly enough, I let you. I let you fall back on me, even though I can barely hold myself up. When you were broken, I glued you back together, even though there wasn't enough glue for the both of us.

I became your constant, and you were my ever-changing variable, and I thought I loved it. I thought it felt right, and good, because I didn't realize that was how it had been at the beginning, but later, I hated it. I wasn't aware how much I was bleeding, and you were the one stabbing me in the heart.

I'm telling you this through a letter, because I know that if I speak these truths to your face, you'll find a way to change my mind. You'll apologize and feel bad, and tell me things will change from now on, but they won't. You'll buy me lunch a couple of times, and ask me how I am from time to time, but the next time you're mad, or frustrated, you'll need me again, and I'm way too broken to help you anymore. I want to say I'm sorry, but I think you owe me enough of those, so keep one and pretend it's from me.

-Olivia

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