The Four Stages of Hurt:

"Nothing hurts more than realizing he was everything to you and you were nothing."

Olivia sat in her apartment crying, alone, and lonely, but not wishing for company. Does that make sense? She sat drinking her third full glass of wine but she wasn't stressed because of a day at work. Does this make sense? None of her actions at this moment make sense, and she doesn't care. The one thing that she cared deeply about was gone. That one thing had the capability of stealing her heart and watching it beat in its hand. But what kind of demon could take a knife and carve its initials into the heart just to throw it away like it was irrelevant. Elliot fucking Stabler was this demonic creature that stomped all over her feelings and just laughed at her pain and sorrow.

Yesterday…

Olivia and Elliot sat in a booth at their favorite café. From an outsider the couple seemed to be in bliss. They sat together laughing, smiling, and enjoying each other's company. The touching of their hands and intimate gestures were the icing on the cake. But through the eyes of Olivia they were struggling. They weren't communicating, Elliot was being distant. He wasn't being as nice and caring as he used to. He was sort of slowly shunning her out of his life. She didn't understand why. Some days he would start arguments, just for the hell of it.

But this day today, was wonderful. He was the old El that she remembered. The one that could make her blush just by his gaze. The Elliot that could make her become flustered just by a comment. The Elliot that she loved and cared about deeply.

The lovely couple was deep into a conversation about the strangeness of Detective Munch's conspiracy theories; then his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call and politely asked Olivia for a minute. Once he returned she noticed that his demeanor had change. Desperate for the day to be absolutely wonderful, she wanted to help regain his cheerfulness.

"So who was that?" She asked before putting her salad in her mouth.

"It's none of your business." He angrily spat with bitterness.

"Look, I'm not trying to control your life or anything. It's just that your whole demeanor and expression changed." She stated as calmly as she could because she was taken aback by his sudden outburst.

"Like I FUCKING said, it's none of your DAMN BUSINESS!" he shouted. A few heads turned to watch the altercation and it also caught the attention of the waitress. Olivia took a minute to calm herself down, knowing that she didn't want to engage herself in one of her and Elliot's screaming arguments.

"I don't know who shoved their foot up your ass but there is no need to be putting on a show. So, I will let you calm down and get yourself together. Because quite frankly it seems to piss you off that I say fucking hello. I'll be at the precinct if you need me." With that she got up and left. Elliot was sitting at the booth eyeing the place that she once sat. A few customers pasted by him and made comments of disgust about him. He wasn't the least bothered about them. There was only one woman he had his mind set on.

Instead of going to the precinct like she said she stopped by the coffee shop and grabbed a tray of her co-worker's favorite blends. But on her way to the precinct she realized that she left some important paperwork at home. So instead of making two trips she decided to just stop by her apartment- which she bought and shared with Elliot. So when she pulled up next to the apartment she quickly hopped out and rushed towards the building hoping that she will be back out before the coffee gets cold. She decided that it would be faster is she just took the stairs. It was only three flights, it would be half the time if she took the by two.

She got to the door fairly quickly, but no longer had she opened the door she heard a strange grunt coming from inside the apartment. She immediately and unconsciously drew her weapon, and silently closed the door. She stalked towards the back of the apartment with her gun down at her side. She stopped when she found the source of the noise- in her bedroom. She heard a loud thump, and was quickly on high alert. She slowly opened the door to reveal something so devastatingly catastrophic that it hurt just to catch a glimpse of it.

Elliot was in their bed fucking some woman like an animal.

She raised her gun and aimed at Elliot's head. She knew what she was going to do, and she wasn't going to think twice about it. "So is this the reason you tried to bite my head off earlier?" The two people franticly tried to separate but the woman was doing a damn good job of keeping her face hidden. Elliot hadn't said a word as he sat there looking like a deer caught in head lights. "And who might you be?" Olivia asked the woman but kept her gun trained on Elliot. Then he finally spoke, "Why are you home so early, did you even go to work." He tried to change the subject. "Elliot SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will ask again, who are you?" Liv was persistent with her questioning. The woman was trying her very best to ignore Olivia was Liv wasn't up for that 'ignoring' bullshit at the moment. Then she starts talking.

"You know Elliot, I though the worst had happened when I first walked in." She walked further into the room. "I thought someone was in here beating the shit out of you, but I come in here to," She paused and took a deep breath and started again, "to this bullshit. Does our relationship not mean a damn thing to you?" She asked expecting an answer- which he didn't give. "Elliot I am fucking warning you, if I don't get answers someone will be shot and it won't be me." He seemed to be hurt at the fact that she would shoot him, but he was really questioning if she really would. He would push his luck today.

"You wouldn't shoot me." He stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Olivia aimed and fired next to his head showing that she was serious. "DAMMIT LIV!" She got angrier. "DON"T FUCKING 'LIV' ME." She walked closer to the dresser that was next to her. "You are making me waste my bullets, I want to use a full mag when I shoot you." She said menacingly. She opened the drawer and switched the magazine while keeping a close eye on the two people who sat on her bed.

"Why couldn't you have just told me that you wanted to end this relationship? Why did you have to drag my emotions through the mud? I would have gotten over it if you would have been straight forward with me, but no you want to go and cheat with some slut- I mean woman. Why Elliot, just answer the damn question." She waited for him to answer when he looked in her eyes and said "Because I don't give a shit." And he flashed her that shit-eating grin that pissed her, the fuck off. She glanced over and looked at the woman whose back was facing her. All Olivia could see was the rose tattoo on the back of her neck and her blonde hair. She would never forget that damned tattoo. She looked at Elliot intensely and lowered her gun to his shoulder and fired. He was pushed back onto the bed in pain and he let out a strangled grunt.

Olivia simply grabbed what she needed and left.

Stage 1:

Someday you'll Cry for Me like I Cried for You.

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