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Chapter 4
I guess to some extent you get used to being alone.
"Here, I found a few dresses I thought you'd like."
The saleswoman passes the dresses over the stall door.
Dresses, she's shopping for fucking dresses. Her closest lacked a wedding guest type of dress. She takes the dresses that hang over the stall door.
"Thank you."
She hates bright colors. They never looked good on her but the sales woman insisted that they did look good. It's a variety of short dresses and maxi dresses. Hues of blue,red, pink.
"That one is gorgeous, you look great in blue."
The saleswoman sees Olivia looking in the mirror that's just outside of the stall. Her shoulder length waves frame the long chiffon gown. It's a lace and chiffon midnight blue gown. The neck line has a slight v to it, but it covers her chest and shoulders. The lace stops to solid blue where her chest slightly shows. The waistline then scatters to chiffon material gathering in natural pleats at her feet.
Before she catches a word in, the sales woman hands her a box of shoes.
"Try them on."
Olivia opens the box, finding a pair suede cut out black pumps. They have at least four inches to them, and they expose the top of her feet, but covering her toe while a cuff wraps around her ankle. It gives her inches of height against the sales woman.
"You look great, I think you're about 5,11 now." The saleswoman says jokingly
The dress is hung up in the closet, along with the shoes accompanying it on top of her closet shelf. Once she closes the door to her closet, she takes a swig from the glass bottle of beer that's on her dresser. A knock echoes through the apartment from the kitchen.
Olivia places the beer bottle on the kitchen counter. She looks through the peep hole and sees a familiar face. The door swings open.
"Hey, Olivia, I thought we could grab dinner?" Kathy offers
"Um, I'm not-"
"It's on me." Kathy interrupts
"Let me grab my coat." Olivia says, obviously not wanting to abandon whatever reason Kathy has for being with Olivia
They end up at a diner near the east river. Kathy orders beer for herself and Olivia orders herself beer as well. The waitress walks away with their order in hand.
"Olivia, how are you?"
Well, the tears are starting to slow down now...but the pain, however, remains constant.
"Everything's going okay."
That's the best she can put it at.
"Are you still working special victims?"
He has gone and I'm alone. I miss what used to be. Even though he's gone, He left some good memories.
"Yeah, yeah I am."
"I'm glad they have someone like you." Kathy says softly
Olivia only smiles softly.
"Maureen is excited that you can make it. So are the kids."
"I'm glad to come, when did she get engaged?"
"Almost a year ago, his name is Eric, they were dating for quite a long time."
"That's great, I'm glad for her."
The food comes and they continue their conversation.
She doesn't want to ask about Elliot. She doesn't want Kathy to detect how much she wants to know how he is.
Kathy picks up Olivia's thought for some reason.
"The kids just visited Elliot, it's been a while since they saw him. He moved out of state just a little over two years ago."
Great, he left state when he abandoned her. Not even telling her. Ass hole.
She doesn't ask where but Kathy answers her thoughts.
"He moved out to San Francisco. Found a permanent place there already."
Fucking San Francisco? All the way across the damn country.
Kathy places her hand on Olivia's .
"Olivia, I'm so happy you could make it. I really mean it."
"I guess to some extent you get used to being alone."
You get used to not expecting phone calls and having nothing to do at don't expect to turn around to open arms any longer.
The small sounds of him have been replaced by silence.
Your thoughts echo through my head, with no one to share them with.
All in all, being alone isn't terrible…it just hurts like hell.
I've accepted the fact that you've left , but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life.
She slips into the shower quietly, and let's the water run, allowing the hot water to wear her skin while her mind numbs the pain.
The best thing about showers? You can cry and break down while taking a shower and after, no one will ever know you cried. No one will know that your heart was so heavy and that you were begging for the pain to stop. No one will ever know but yourself.
It's dark now. The spark went out along time ago.