Title: She's Back Chapter 3

Author's Note: For disclaimer, see chapter one.

Author's Note 2: The song used in this chapter is "Open Your Eyes" by Snow Patrol. I don't own them or this song. Also, there's a quote from Grey's Anatomy in this chapter. I don't own it either, but it is my new obsession.

Author's Note 3: They may seem a tad out of character in this chapter. That's because that's the only way I could make it work.

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Chapter 3: Open Your Eyes

You walk quietly through the empty streets of the Upper East Side, silently hoping you'll turn around and she'll be there, even though you know she won't be.

You hear the splashing of sneakers hitting puddles and quickly spin around. Your breath catches in your chest at the sight of her. At that moment, she's the cutest thing you've ever seen. Her hair, longer and lighten that you remember, is framing her face, soaked from the rain. Her eyes, bluer than they were in her apartment, are brimming with unshed tears.

All this feels strange and untrue and I won't waste a minute without you. My bones ache, my skin feels cold, and I'm getting so tired and so old.

The anger swells in my guts and I won't feel the slices and cuts. I want so much to open your eyes 'cause I need you to look into mine.

You want nothing more than to take her in your arms and kiss away the tears. But she's not yours anymore, so you don't.

And then she opens her mouth to say something and your lips are suddenly on hers. It's tentative, quick, chaste. Her lips are soft and taste like her strawberry lip gloss. When you pull back, there's no mistaking the look of longing in her eyes. And just for a minute you can forget that she said yes to him when she should've been saying it to you.

But it's only for a minute.

And then the misery comes back two-fold, combining a nauseating mixture of grief, anger, and guilt. You want to flee, run far away and never look back, but she's still looking at you like that and it leaves you paralyzed where you stand.

Get up, get out, get away from these liars 'cause they don't know your soul or your fire. Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine, and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.

"He's not good enough for you, Alex," you say, staring at your feet. "He doesn't know about your passion or your soul or your fire." She stares at you, unmoving, unflinching. You take a deep breath and look into her eyes. "You came out here, Alex. That means you have a choice to make. And I really don't want you to have to make this choice, but I can't stand that you're with him. So here it is: him or me. I'm sure he's great, but, Alex, I love you in a really, really big 'pretend to like your music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window', unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you." You sigh. "So pick me…choose me…love me." You watch her face, searching for any type of sign.

"Olivia…," she sighs with such resignation that you can't stop yourself from turning on your heels and walking away. "No, Olivia, wait," she yells.

But you don't.

Not until her hand in on your shoulder and she's spinning you around.

Every minute from this minute now we can do what we like anywhere. I want so much to open your eyes 'cause I need you to look into mine.

"It's always been you," she whispers, her lips a breath away from yours. "Always."

All this feels strange and untrue and I won't waste a minute without you.

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