Elliot stared around his empty apartment. It wasn't vacent of things, it lacked happiness, laughter, and Olivia. He looked around. There were pictures, the table she'd given him when he moved in, her old futon. She was everywhere, but nowhere. All Elliot saw were reminders that she'd left. He had no idea as to when or if he would see his best friend again.
"How could you?" he asked the ceiling. In his mind he was talking to God, but at this point, he wasn't sure anymore if there was a God. "You took away my family, and my Olivia. HOW COULD YOU FUCKING TAKE THEM?" he screamed. Elliot wasn't a man to cry, but tonight, the tears poured over without him even trying to stop them. He hated her for leaving. "How could you fucking leave me, Liv? Did you think I could survive on my own here?" he asked her, as though she could hear him. Elliot was losing touch with his own life.
"I didn't do this to hurt you, Elliot," she would have told him.
"Why the hell would you leave?"
"I had to. They needed me, El." He could almost hear her voice.
"I need you."
"I'll try to come home to you." Her voice echoed in his head.
"I hate you for leaving me. I fucking hate you!" he whispered into the dark. "Why didn't I tell you that I love you? Would you have stayed?"
"You don't hate me, El. You couldn't tell me you loved me because you are my partner, and no. I would have gone because that is my job."
"I love you so much, Olivia," he said to the empty apartment. He searched the dark for answers, but her voice left his head. He had forgotten exactly what she sounded like.
