"You could have told me you know, I wouldn't o' been mad or anything."
Her silent companion stared blankly ahead with only the slightest cock of his chin to signal that he'd heard her at all. Too tightly were his lips pressed and too raw was his throat to make any legible reply to the small woman. So it would be that the two strangers remained within an uncomfortable silence while an exasperated sigh left the smaller of them.
The facts were, sadly these: Olive Gabriella Snook (for some secrets she would take to the grave) was at this moment, twenty-seven years, fourteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes old and suffering terribly from a broken-heart and shattered trust. Only mere hours before in the mediocre household of her employer she had born witness to the Pie Makers greatest secret as he had forgotten the toothpaste in the kitchen, and inexorably ran directly into Digby. Running into your dog was hardly a death-sentence and the Pie Maker had thus, been forced to confront his greatest fear, and confide in his employee.
Now: seven days, eighteen hours, and thirty-two seconds later they stood in ample discomfort as a particularly vicious winter moaned in the background.
"I'm going with Vivian."
The Pie Maker, once again, barely nodded in reply.
It would have seemed as though Olive had never spoken at all, if not for the sudden spark of realization upon the man's brow as he turned then to face his partner.
"Where is Vivian going?"
The once-feisty blond had a drawn look to her countenance though her mouth opened into a wide grin, a sad grin that in the Pie Makers mind should have been illegal there. Was it really that though that bothered him? Or was it a niggling memory at the back of his addled mind that begged to be remembered? He did not have to, for in the next few seconds he would understand the tingling in his chest and the burning in his fingers. A burning that was not cold.
"To Europe? We're going to Greece first and from there to Paris, and so on." Olive finally twisted around to look up at him, the sorrow in her otherwise flawless face nearly tangible in the distance between them. "You know they postponed the tour? And Lily decided not to go, with Chuck and all-" A deep breath "So they cancelled, but Vivian's decided she still wants to go and since Lily won't go with her she asked me."
For the millionth time that week the petite creature before him took on a nearly ethereal light, except this time the light was dark, ominous and foreboding.
Envy, he didn't want her to go and that fact squeezed him so very tight across the chest. It hurt.
Anger, he was furious, it struck him so quickly he didn't know what to think.
Sadness, he knew more than anything that it was his fault. Everything was his fault. It always had been.
If only he'd told her sooner…
"You're going to Europe. You're going to Europe with Vivian, you're leaving- I mean, why?"
"Because it's anywhere but here."
Olive Gabriella Snook looked the beloved owner of the Pie Hole directly in the eye then.
"Because it's far away from you."
It was in that moment that Ned the Pie Maker, native to the quaint little town of Coeur d'Coeurs, killer of Digby and inadvertent 'father' of one Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles knew:
Olive Snook didn't love him anymore.
Note - So I just finished PD, and I've skimmed through the meager supply of fanfiction for it and found myself in awe that there are not a lot of dark!Olive stories out there. At least not dark to me... So I've concocted something of mine own. I'm not entirely sure if it'll be a long-chapter thing or just a few shorties, I guess I'll find out eh? Enjoy!