Olivia sat on her couch, blindly watching the television and drinking a glass of Chardonnay. Silent tears slipped down her face as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in just one day. Seven hours ago, she was on cloud nine, imagining having a real life with Fitz—a life where they could put their love on display instead of having to hide it. Five hours ago, she realized that she was blinded by love in that moment in the Oval Office when Fitz discussed resigning and divorcing Mellie with her. She was blinded by that moment when they kissed, and by the fact that for once she didn't feel guilty about it. It all clouded her judgment and made her ignore her gut. Cyrus and Stephen pulled her out of her dream world and reminded her that Fitz wasn't hers to have. He belonged to the American people. He had the potential to be the best president the U.S. had ever seen, and there was no way she would ever let him give it all up for her. She practically killed herself trying to get him elected, and she did it because she saw the greatness in him. She couldn't let him let his greatness go to waste when he could potentially help so many people. She couldn't. She knew she needed to go to Mellie and convince her to stay and fight. They needed to save his presidency, and there was only one way to do it.

Olivia poured more wine into her glass as she thought about her conversation with Mellie. She still couldn't believe Mellie knew all along and didn't even care. She didn't deserve Fitz. Olivia's heart broke into a million little pieces when she realized he had actually slept with Amanda, and his own wife didn't even care that he was in love with another woman. And just thinking about Fitz and Mellie having another baby made Olivia want to scream. She would love to have a baby with Fitz. The thought made her smile and she moved her free hand to rest on her stomach. Olivia sighed and shook her head as if to shake all of her thoughts out of it. She just wanted to be a normal person who was in love with a normal man who wasn't married, didn't have children, and wasn't the freaking president of the United States of America. Why couldn't her life ever be easy?

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(Flashback—2 years ago on the campaign trail)

"Why can't my life ever be easy?" Olivia asked, her hand on Fitz's bare chest. She had accompanied him to his hotel room after he spoke at University of Maryland. Mellie was campaigning in California, so they had a chance to be alone together.

"Maybe because easy is overrated?" Fitz said, opening his eyes, and looking into hers with a crooked smile. He rolled over on his side and kissed her softly. "Easy doesn't give me you."

"I just wish that it weren't so complicated. Like, this just all feels so hopeless and wrong." Olivia looked up at him, and pushed his hair back from his forehead. "I wish that you were mine."

"I am yours, Livvie. My heart is all yours." He wrapped his arms around her firmly, and she laid her head on his chest. He rubbed soothing circles into her back and kissed her forehead.

"I know, but I want all of you," she whispered as she closed her eyes and gave in to her exhaustion.

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Olivia turned the TV off and shuffled into her bedroom. She threw her clothes off and got into her bed, pulling the covers completely over her head. I am always alone, she thought. She began to sob loudly and uncontrollably inside her cave of sheets. She cried for what almost was but could never be, and she cried because she knew she would never get over it. She cried because she no longer had any hope that it could work out. She cried because she knew she would never be able to love someone else. She was trapped and it seemed like she would never get a chance to be truly happy. Her sobs sounded like a broken heart and a wounded soul, and if anyone could have heard them they would have felt miserable, too.