Olivia went over everything people have said in her head while she was at work that day. Inside, she knew she was starting to break. Liv wasn't sure what she could do. Breaking up with Fitz would be extremely hard, if it was for good this time. But she said that it was for good the last time too. The more people talked about her relationship with him, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand another four years without him completely. Feeling very vulnerable, Liv put on her coat and grabbed her purse heading out.
"Liv, where are you going? We have…" Abby yelled after her but the door closed.
Olivia rushed to her car getting to the White House in record time. She showed Morris her hard pass and went in to the Oval.
"Good morning, Miss Pope. The President isn't in right now," Lauren told her as she approached the Oval.
"Thank you, Lauren. I'll just wait for him in there." Olivia opened the Oval door and sat on the couch waiting for him to come back.
She threw her things in the chair looking around the room. Walking towards the desk, memories flashed in her mind of the things he had done to her on it. Going toward the window, more memories came. Everywhere in the room held some sort of memory of the two of them together.
Liv went around the room waiting for his return for an hour before the door opened. She stood at the window, frozen looking outside at the garden.
"Business or pleasure, Liv?" Fitz asked when he saw her. After a few seconds she turned to face him. He knew the look on her face rather well. "Neither. What's wrong?"
"Fitz, we need to talk about this."
"Didn't I tell you last night to stop thinking? Just stop thinking about everything and let it be what it is. We can't change anything."
Fitz stepped closer to her before she said a word. "You know I wouldn't ask you to do something unless absolutely necessary. And I don't want to have you do something that you didn't want to. I don't want you to do something that you'll regret later. I need you to do this because it's what you want. This has to be what you want because I don't want you to hate me. And if you do this for me then you'll hate me. And I can help you if that's what you want. I just need you to…"
"Livie, you're rambling. Just tell me what it is and we'll work on this. Whatever you need; tell me."
Olivia stepped closer to the window as he moved closer to her. "I do not want to need this. You know I hate needing something from others, especially you."
"I know; so tell me what it is."
She folded her hands together in front of her looking up at him so he knew she was serious. "Fitz, I need you to choose me. I need you to be with me and not as a side. I can't be the mistress anymore. I need you. And I hate feeling this way, this vulnerable isn't me and God I hate to admit it. I need you to choose me, Fitzgerald."
