A/N: ok, so this is told from Liv's POV (obviously.)

I'm Not That Girl

I was wiping down the counters. It had been a very busy day, and there was still a lot to do. It was a very tiring job, so I let my mind wander. I remembered back to the first day I met Elliot Stabler.

Hands touch, eyes meet

I remember he introduced himself grudgingly with a handshake, and how he never let his eyes lift from the floor.

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Even though he didn't lift his eyes, I still blushed deeply.

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

I could feel my heart beating furiously under beneath my chest. My eyes focused only on him, everyone else went fuzzy.

He could be that boy

Then, behind him, a girl dressed in a purple blouse with a white flowing skirt entered the shop, carrying a book in her arms (a book that she bought from my shop.) Smiling widely and putting his arms around her waist, he said, "Meet my Kathy."

But I'm not that girl

I shook my head sadly as they headed up the stairs. Dropping the rag on the counter, I pushed the door to the out door cafe open. I sat at one of the tables with my head in my hands, letting the fresh air sweep the sadness from my heart. I looked up as a shooting star passed over head. I turned away again, this time, my eyes brimming with tears.

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy

I looked up to see them standing in the window of the all-too-familiar room. The one I rented to him a year ago. The one they slept in together all those years ago.

He could be that boy

I'm not that girl

I stood up and walked over to the stairs that led up to the room. I hesitated for a second, afraid of what he would do if I disturbed him. But I pushed all thoughts aside and headed up the staircase, gripping the railing with one hand, holding up my skirt hem with the other.

Every so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

I imagined myself with him, living in a small cottage in the forest. However, I was brought out of my fantasy when I heard a creak of wood. I was already at the top of the stairs.

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in

I pushed open the door slowly, careful not to sound the little bell overhead. I closed the door silently and turned to look into his beautiful face, the peaceful look he held as he slept.

Blithe smile, lithe limb

She who's winsome, she wins him

I walked over to the small trunk that he always stood in front of and picked up the small golden frame that had been sitting on it. It was of Kathy and Elliot on their anniversary. It has blood droplets on it, I realized as I traced Kathy's figure.

Gold hair with a gentle curl

That's the girl he chose

And Heaven knows I'm not that girl

That moment, I yearned so deeply and wished with all my heart to be the woman in Kathy's place in the picture. I knew, however that would never come true. I felt my eyes brim with tears as I placed the frame back on the trunk. I took a few steps backward and tripped over a log that was behind me. I twisted in midair and landed on a chair by the door, facing the sleeping form of Elliot.

Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

There's a girl I know He loves her so

I looked at the cracked mirror beside his bed, staring at my distorted reflection, as a single tear slid down my face.

I'm not that girl

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