Author's note: Hey guys, if you are reading this, then thank you. This is my first fan fiction. I am 15 years old, and am a little nervous about putting myself out there. this is just a one-shot I decided to do based off of one of my favorite show. I don't think it's that great, but I'm hoping you guys will like it.
I do not own Scandal or its characters in any way. If I did, Fitz and Olivia would have ran away together by now, as irrational as that sounds. This AMAZING show belongs to its creators. Thank you Shonda Rhimes; you have made another addicting show.
How did I get here? I, Olivia Carolyn Pope who wears the white hat, am having an affair with the leader of the free world. Or, at least I was. I unofficially broke things off. You could say he finalized it when he 'let me go'. Now all I get are glimpses of him on TV, or random phone calls from Cy with quick updates. I can't help but wonder what would've happened if I stayed. What if I had given us a chance? What if I had simply said yes? Where would we be; would we have made it?
But I guess it's all my fault right? I should've known that this would end badly. I should've known the difference between right and wrong. Now I'm that girl- you know the one, the home wrecking whore, the mistress, the other woman. Where's your white hat now, Olivia? He hates those names, says I should know better than to call myself his mistress. All those memories of Camp David and the campaign trail flood my thoughts. But is that not who I am? He's married, yet he was with me. I became that girl. Five years ago, if you would have told me that I would have an affair with Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, I would have laughed at such absurdity.
I know it was wrong, it still is. I knew what I was getting myself into. I shouldn't have expected a happy ending. No riding off into the sunset with my prince charming. So, here I am sitting on my couch with popcorn and wine, staring at his face on the television. I break down and begin to sob. I feel like my whole world is crumbling, because he was my world. He always will be. I should have have told him how much I love him, and that I always will. I don't cry for long. I am Olivia Pope. I don't cry over boys like a pathetic high schooler. I let myself fall desperately and irrevocably in love with a married man. But the worst part is, if I and the chance to go back and start over, I wouldn't have done a single thing differently. Because that is how much I love him.
Thank you for reading! If you could leave a review that would be great. I don't care if it's positive or not, any feedback would be fine. Depending on if you guys like it or not, I might write another one-shot maybe from Fitz's POV, or continue with this story, I don't know... Ok, I guess that's it. Bye!