A/N: Dearest Reader- I apologize for the short chapters in advance. However, it does allow me to update more frequently if that helps. Xo

Chapter 11: Enough

Fitz despised wedding. In fact, he often avoided them like the plague. He knew few couples who were happily married as most of his friends were either divorced or single by choice. For as long as he's known Pit, he never imagined him to be the marrying type so watching him on his wedding day was filled with many firsts.

The ceremony itself was fairly intimate with very few family members attending. Once the vows were exchanged a small reception took place on a pavilion right on the water complete with food and an open bar.

Olivia kept to herself most of the evening, mainly interacting with Mama Two and her daughters who were busy making certain the reception ran smoothly. She could feels Fitz's stares from across the room but chose to keep her distance. The youngest daughter, Johanna, appeared to take a liking to Fitz as Olivia noticed on several different occasions, they were chatting with one another from time to time.

Feeling a tinge of jealousy didn't settle well with Olivia, so she decided to finally make her exit, heading towards the newlyweds to bid her well wishes.

Fitz watched her from across the pavilion wearing a silk spaghetti strap gown that flowed to the floor. Flowers were pinned to the side of her hair which only enhanced her beauty. She appeared sincerely happy for both Pit and Nicole and it struck him odd she acted more natural in their presence than he did considering he'd known them for years.

His feet felt paralyzed to the floor watching as she embraced the bride and groom. Just as she began to turn and leave, a slow melody began with Mama Two taking center stage. A sultry voice bellowed a soft tune sung in a language Fitz didn't recognize. Luckily, he was standing near the exit, so Olivia had to pass him to leave. What happened next was a mixture of sheer luck and a surge of desperation at the realization this was likely the last time he would see Olivia again.

He grabbed her by the waist and swung her around taking her into his arms. They moved across the floor dancing slowly neither of them having the courage to look the other in the eyes. Her smell alone left his head spinning. And then there was her tiny hand that fit snuggly into his, reminding him just how perfect her skin was. If she felt bothered about the fact he grabbed her, not bothering to ask her permission to dance, she didn't indicate it, which helped him become more relaxed as the song continued.

Eventually, her forehead touched his chin igniting that familiar spark between them. His lips grazed her smooth skin leaving his hands to unconsciously tighten his grip pulling her closer towards him.

Olivia felt the warmth of his breath and couldn't help but to close to her eyes allowing herself to completely relax in his arms. She should've been upset with him for grabbing her in the manner in which he did. His behavior was selfish and somewhat rude considering the circumstances between them but once she pressed her body against his, nothing else seemed to exist.

The song soon slowed as Olivia prepared for their time together to end. Just as she began collecting her thoughts, Fitz uttered two words against her temple...two words that sounded more like a prayer than an apology.

"I'm sorry."

Her head lifted at the words forcing her brown eyes to meet his blue for the very first time that evening. His face looked pained. Constricted. And she could feel the sorrow radiating off his chest. Tears welled up in her eyes and something about the song ending and his apology made her feel so empty. As a single tear spilled down her cheek, she turned to finally leave pulling her hand free from his.

She walked fast down towards the village looking for the lighted path that led to her private sanctuary. Fitz followed her close behind, calling her name, begging her to slow down. The more he called her, the faster she walked until she found herself nearly running. Her silk champagne dress flowed, with flowers falling from her hair. Adrenaline coursed through her veins the faster she ran until one of her heels snapped causing her to fall to the ground.

Fitz ran to her side and tried to lift her causing her to beat at his chest in anger.

"Let me help you, Olivia. Your leg is hurt."

"NO!" She screamed, letting her pent-up emotions out with a vengeance. "I don't need your help!"

Fitz stood in horror as Olivia lifted herself off the floor taking her shoes off in the process

She was breathing heavy and crying, the opposite of how she reacted to him yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Olivia. I'm sorry!"

It was literally the only thing he could think to say.

"YOU LEFT ME! WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST! YOU LEFT ME!"

Her anger continued to spill over and just as she turned to continue down the narrow path, she tripped once again, likely over her dress, causing her to once again fall to the ground.

Fitz was at her side almost instantly, picking her up into his arms despite her struggle against him. He carried her down the path, cradling her small figure, holding her as if she was precious cargo. The words 'I will never forgive you' replayed through his mind and by the time he finally reached her steps, he too, had tears in his eyes.

He carried her up the staircase and gently set her back on her feet so she could punch in the code to open the front door. She stood glaring at him, blood now spilling down her leg from falling twice on the gravel road. Fitz looked exactly the way she felt on the inside and it was a mirror of this brokenness that caused her to punch in her alarm code. She entered her home leaving the front door purposely open.

Fitz slowly walked inside and latched the heavy door closed behind him. He watched Olivia walk through the kitchen and press another button opening two large glass doors that led to a oversized deck overlooking the ocean. With Olivia now back outside, he took it upon himself to find a restroom in search of a first-aid kit. The downstairs bathroom closest to the kitchen had exactly what he needed and by the time he made his way back to Olivia she was seated on the floor, the bottom of her dress soaked in blood.

He slowly bent down and lifted her dress to her knees exposing the small wound. Neither of them spoke as he began to open the antiseptic and gauze, attending to her cut the best he could. Once he finished, he returned her dress back to its original position covering her bandage. Before he stood, he collected the items and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He spoke honestly ready to abide by her wishes.

"I wouldn't have left the door open if I wanted that."

Fitz pondered her response and instead of standing, sat next to her on the floor following her gaze towards the breathtaking view.

"What do we do now?"

He was talking more to himself than to Olivia.

She thought hard about the question unsure how to respond. Part of her never wanted to trust him again- never wanted to be vulnerable enough to get hurt.

"Just sit with me. For now, that's enough."