((And here is the second part of the previous chapter! Like I said, the previous chapter was already pretty long and I kind of wanted this chapter to be on it's own, it's a little shorter, but the next chapter will be longer. I hope both of them seem in character and as for Olivia, she's just really confused and uncertain right now. She's been gone a while and hearing about his divorce really changed things, so now she has a lot to think about and consider. That's why she is acting the way she is now and I hope that doesn't bother anyone. And like Tony Goldwyn says, Fitz never wants to give up on Olivia and Fitz sees how Olivia is reacting so that comes into play, too. They know each other.

But here is the next chapter and again, I hope you all are enjoying it and aren't annoyed with how Fitz and Olivia are. I hope everyone is enjoying them! Oh oh! Also, if you listen to'The Light' by The Album Leaf (Olitz's theme song) while reading this chapter, your feels will be through the roof! I love that song.))

They stared for a few seconds and Olivia could see he wanted to say something, but he was taking too long so just as she was about to move away, he spoke up.

"One minute?" He asked with a frown; his ocean blue eyes gazing up at her longingly.

Olivia took a deep breath and swallowed thickly as she debated whether to accept or not. One minute was an incredibly special nd important thing between them; a minute where they just sat with each other and thought of a future they could have together, a future they wanted to have and thinking about that would destroy her, but she didn't want to leave things like this. She wanted to leave on a good note. Well, as good a possible. She remembered their first one minute together, before they even made love to kissed or anything. They just stared and imagined what their life could be together, and then their second one minute was years later on the couch of her apartment. They just sat there, holding each other as close and as tight as possible; wishing they could be together.

"Give me one minute...One more minute to just..." He sighed, stroking the back of her hand. "Be with you. To hold you as long as possible before I have to leave tomorrow and never see you again. Please, Livvie." There was no holding back his tears anymore. A few of them fell from his eyes and it broke Olivia's heart to see this. As much as she wanted to resist, she couldn't, and a big part of her didn't want to, anyway.

"One minute." She whispered with a nod and Fitz nodded back before hesitantly letting go of her hand and sitting back on the couch, waiting for her to sit either with him or next to him or wherever she wanted to sit. Thankfully, and surprisingly, she opted to sit right next to him, against him even, just like the first time in her apartment back in D.C. Their bodies touched and it sent an electric shock through both of their bodies and Fitz wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he didn't want her to push him away. Thankfully, though, much to his pleasant surprise, she made the first move.

Olivia turned onto her side so she was facing Fitz and like the second one minute they shared, she slid her right arm across his stomach and tucked the other behind his back and rested her head on his chest. His body melted, his heart fluttered, and the tears continued.; his body was in a warm frenzy. His arms wrapped around her body; his left hand holding onto her arm and his right hand resting just above her rear. There was no space left between them at all and that's how they liked it. Being as close as possible for the sixty seconds they had. Fitz lowered his head and buried his face in her hair while tightening his arms around her as if afraid to let her go because he knew he would be losing her. Again. And this time, possibly for good. And he was afraid, more than he had ever been afraid of anything in his life. He was losing the love of his life, his Livvie, and he hated it. Without her, life felt meaningless.

Olivia felt the same way and she hated that she was being like this, but it was the right thing to do. Or was it? She wanted to be with Fitz, but she didn't feel ready and she didn't feel like she deserved to be with an amazing man like him. She needed some time to think about it, to fix herself before she could do anything. With how she was, it wasn't the right time. Maybe she would come back in a month or two or few, but she just wasn't sure about right now. She felt too horrible, too guilty and too scared. But she also knew, that at this point, he probably wouldn't wait much longer, if at all after this. She could lose him for good, and that caused her to hug him tighter.

Tears fell from her own eyes and she was thankful he couldn't see her like this. She nuzzled his chest to wipe the tears and tightened her arms around him, also afraid to let him go because they were saying goodbye and she didn't want to, but she just felt like she had to. Her gut was telling her to and she had to trust it, didn't she? Fitz held her as close and as tight as possible, his eyes still closed and his mind swirling about thoughts of their future together. A life they could have, a life he always wanted with her. He imagined them out in public, holding hands, kissing, going out to dinner, spoiling her, making her laugh, making her cry happy tears and just making her happy. He imagined them at home, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, going to sleep and waking up together and making love almost every night. He imagined them at work, either at the White House discussing foreign and domestic politics, working as the power couple they were, or maybe at OPA working together on a case. Every scenario had her in it; she was his life. It had them. He held her tighter at the thought of none of that happening.

Why couldn't they just be happy? Why couldn't they just be together like they always wanted to be? He wanted to ask her those questions, he wanted to do whatever was possible to bring her back with him, but at the same time, he felt like nothing would work. She seemed to have her mind made up. Or did she? Maybe she just needed more convincing, but right now, he didn't see a way. He didn't want to make her angry or push her further away from him.

Suddenly, he felt her body pull away from his and he immediately went cold and dead inside. Their minute was up. Olivia wiped her eyes while looking away from him and stood up, straightening her purple shirt and brushing off the black slacks she wore. Fitz cleared his throat and stood up with her, the loose tears falling from his eyes. They faced each other, inches of space separating them and looking into each other's eyes.

Kiss me.Olivia mentally pleaded, her brown hues staring deeply into his. She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to keep trying to convince her, but he was probably tired. That's all he ever did. He tried and tried, he chased and chased, but she kept running away, she kept turning away, so maybe he was tired of trying only to fail because of her. Maybe he thought there was nothing more he could do and she knew it was unfair to want him to keep trying.

"Maybe I'll come back later. I just need more time." She whispered and Fitz nodded, his eyes still red and watery and it broke Olivia's heart to see that. More so because she was the one causing it. He only nodded in response, unable to say anything to her, and she moved her hands up to wipe the tears from his eyes in which he leaned his head into her hands for the short moment he had before she turned from him and headed for the door. The further she got, the more hesitant she became and the slower she went; her body also becoming cold due to the distance from him. She didn't want to leave and she was becoming more sure of that. She wanted to stay the night with him, to have one more night with him before they separated for who knows how long once again. But it would only make it even harder to leave in the morning if she stayed the night with him because they would no doubt make love.

The thought of his hands on her, his lips all over her skin and his body on top of hers caused her heart and stomach to clench and warmth to pool between her legs. Fitz made her feel like no one else ever could and ever did. The way he made her feel was sensational, it was perfect and beyond anything she ever felt in her life and only Fitz could make her feel so good. So perfect. Her resolve to leave was fading the closer she got to the door and that showed in how much she slowed down. Her body ached with pain and regret the further she got from him and once at the door, she stopped. Her hand touching the doorknob, but she made no move to leave. She wanted to turn around and throw her arms around him, she wanted to kiss him, and have him take her into his arms and into the bedroom. Just anywhere she could be with him.

Fitz watched her curiously, wondering what she was doing. Was she rethinking leaving? Was she changing her mind?Turn around and come back to me, Livvie. He prayed mentally, wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and how even after she left, that didn't change. He wanted to show that to her, he wanted to be with her and show her that that never changed either. The thought of touching her and her touching him, the thought of his body hovering over hers, being with her in the most intimate way possible while vocalizing his love for her made him want to rush over to her. He was tempted to do it, tempted to keep her from leaving and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, she wanted him to do that. Because she wasn't leaving. She was at the door, but she wasn't making a move to leave.