The whole topic of EO, I believe, is highly overused and other pairings need to be shown no matter what type of sexual orientation.
The song belongs to Hoobastank.
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flashback starts
I'm walking with my lover when I feel this unbearable sharp pain shoot through my shoulder. I stumble back a bit before my lover catches me right as I start to fall. She gently lays me on the pavement. I hear her scream and cry histerically. I feel like I want to die. But I can't give up knowing I might be with her in the end. "Al, please don't give up. Stay with us honey, help will be here soon. God, I love you so much!" my lover says as she lovingly holds my head off the pavement. I want to kiss her and tell her I love her too, but I can't move much. I whisper "I love you" to her right before I pass out and everything's blank from then.
flashback ends
I'm now sitting in my new home in Ohio. God, it's so boring and I miss her so much. I miss how her warm skin feels against my hands, her lips on mine, her sweet soothing, husky voice running through my head. I sit here on my new couch and sob quietly to myself. I cry constantly, everyday. I cry myself to sleep at nights. Not feeling her body on mine or beside me at nights is unbearable, and it hurts. I just want to go back home. I want to kiss the brown-haired, brown eyed detective and tell her over and over again how much I missed her and how much I love her.
I dry up my tears and get up to turn the radio on, hoping it would calm me. As I lay down on the couch, a song comes on. And it couldn't be more perfect. I start to sing along.
Turn around and pick up the pieces.
I, like a rock, sink.
Sinking 'til I hit the bottom.
The water is much deeper than I thought.
Nothing to swim with.
Kicking but I keep sinking.
A lesson that no one could ever taught.
'Cause I can almost breathe the air right
beyond my fingertips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there,
back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
She's my air. I need her to live. She's so close to me, yet so far away. Suddenly my phone rings. I'm afraid to answer but I do it anyways. Hammond's on the other end. "Alex, you're free to go. Go back home. We caught Velez. He was getting ready to shoot your um...friend Olivia but Elliot shot his ass down. Bye." He hangs up and I follow suit.
It takes me a minute to register what he just said. I'm free? I can go back home! I'm coming Olivia.
I see the picture. Blury but now it's in focus.
A fairy tale I purchased on my own.
I finally wake up. Everything is better.
A chance for me to open up and grow.
'Cause I can almost breathe the air right
beyond my fingertips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there,
back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
I'm sitting at my computer trying to find the quickest flight out of Ohio to New York, but every seat is taken. The nearest flight is in a week. I'm not going to call Olivia to tell her I'm coming home, I want to surprise her. I'll just have to wait.
Sufficating. Sinking further almost everyday.
Barely treading water knowing I will not give up.
I will not give up...
'Cause I can almost breathe the air right
beyond my fingertips.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
One more push and I'll be there,
back where I belong.
I'll turn around and pick up the pieces.
I change into my pajamas and lay down in my new bed. I can't sleep because I keep thinking about you, Olivia. Thinking of how beautiful you are, how much I love you, how good you feel against my body, how your sweet kisses taste. I'm cominghome.
'I'm finally coming home, Olivia. I don't have to hide anymore. I can just feel your skin beneath my hands, beneath my body. Your full, kissable lips against my own, your warm lips against my neck. I can feel you shortish mahogany colored hair when I run my hands through it. We can finally get married like we were talking about and I'm sure we can adopt that little baby girl, Camryn. Even though she'll be turning two this year. I know how you feel like you're going to fail as a mother, but I know better. You're the most amazing lover and I know you'll be a great mother. I love you, Olivia and I'm coming home to be with you. It's been two years, but I still love you, Livvie. You told me that you'd wait for me to come home, but now you only have to wait one more week. We've lost two years but we have forever to make up for it.'
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