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Almost two weeks had passed since Paul's death. His death was so painful and unexpected. He was a young and healthy guy; he wasn't supposed to die, just like that. He was what kept her going and now he was gone. What was she supposed to do? He could not tell her now what to do. She had to admit she hated him for leaving her right now, but try as she might she couldn't really hate him, he was her best friend.

Flashback

"I don't know what I'm going to do now he's not with me." Olivia said to Paul one lunch time in a nearby café. She was so lost, so confused, feeling so lonely.

"Remember you have wonderful people who love you, Liv. You're not alone." He whispered before hugging her. It was cold outside, snow was falling Paul would give anything to make her pain go away.

End of flashback

He was right after all, she wasn't alone. Just when things seemed to get dark, a light appeared. She was sitting on her couch with a bottle of beer in her hands. She was depressed now and knew alcohol was not the solution, but she knew she had something to do. Paul taught her to believe in herself and she was beginning to do so. Right now there was something she needed to do.

She took her car keys and coat. It was cold outside. It was going to be a long drive, one which would give her some time to think, think about what she would say to him. It's been two months now, and she was missing him more every day. She was going home, where his love was everything she needed. Everything she wanted.

As she started the car, she started to cry as well. The tears didn't stop her from driving. She had to do this. She would die if she didn't. She loved, loves him, Elliot. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. A life they had planned before. He was the one who made her think that she had to hurry because there wouldn't be enough time for them. Enough time for their love. She knew this was meant to be.

She wanted to have kids with him…many kids. He was the only guy she let herself fall in love with. It was real love and it was not over, it had never been over. She was so wrong that night in the cribs. She had been scared and confused about the miscarriage so she thought that the best thing she could do was to break up with him.

Olivia wanted to tell him everything, everything she thought, everything she felt. She wanted him to know how much she loved him. She was really expecting him to understand her and forget everything that had happened. Every mistake she had made. But why was she losing energy by thinking? She was right in front of his house. She had to admit she was nervous but didn't hesitate to knock on his door. It was nearly 3:00am, he would probably be asleep.

Just when she was about to turn to her car and leave, he opened the door. She couldn't fake a smile, so she just stood there staring at him. She knew she had to be the one who first spoke, but she didn't know what to say. "Come in." he simply said placing a hand on her back and guiding her in.

Once inside, she didn't know what to say, where to move, how to move. It was so ironic, she used to live there with him and now it seemed so different. He directed her to sit on the couch and so she did. It was so warm in the house compared to the outside. Elliot disappeared then reappeared and sat by her side with two beers. She didn't even touch hers. "I need to say some things…" she started and he nodded.

"I am so sorry, Elliot." She stopped again not quite being able to find the right words. "What we had was not over and it is not over now. I still love you." She paused. He put his beer on a little table and faced her as she began to talk again "I miss you, I miss us. We used to be so pure and real. Breaking up with you was the stupidest mistake I have ever made, Elliot." Her sobbing made her pause again.

"I gave you my heart and soul and you destroyed both in a second." Elliot said honestly trying to hide his tear-filled voice. It was true she had killed him that night as sure as if she had shot him. She had killed him in so many ways; he thought it was impossible to survive.

"I know, but I also killed myself. Would you ever consider giving me, us, another chance? To pretend that nothing happened? Because it's killing me to be away from you. I love you, Elliot!" It was the first time she had opened herself to him like this.

He could only stare at the woman he loved how she was breaking down in front of him. He knew it was hard for her, to open her soul to him, to break down in front of him. He still loved her and he would never stop. He wanted to give them another chance. He wanted to give him another chance to love her, another chance to be with her.

Elliot knew what he would say. He was absolutely sure about this. It was the right thing to do for both of them. They both wanted this more than anything else in the world. He closed his eyes for a few minutes. Every moment spent with her was remembered. She had given him a joy he had never known existed. She was the one who made him believe in true love and soul mates. He was going to lose everything he had if he didn't answer. "So?" she asked nervously.

She started to cry harder, afraid of what he would say. She started to think he wasn't going to say anything and that was what hurt the most. She had opened her soul to him and he just sat in silence. More tears fell and she stood up to leave. She had been wrong; it hadn't been a good idea to come over to their house, his house. There was no chance for them; his silence was speaking volumes.

"Marry me." Elliot asked quietly. "Olivia Benson, marry me."

The world stopped. Two simple words made the world stop. It made her stop walking. It made her stop sobbing. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't breath. She turned to face him. He was crying as well. Olivia jumped into his arms and kissed him. They kissed for the first time in two months. When she pulled back, she hugged him tightly and hid her face in his neck. "I think that's a yes," Elliot said smiling.

"It's more than a yes." She answered and they made their way to his bedroom, their bedroom.