Chapter 2
Olivia's breathing was getting shorter, but she still stared into Elliot's eyes, smiling, clinging to her life making sure her last memory was of the gorgeous mans face. He lightly put his fingers on her chin. She looked so innocent. Fate wasn't at work here, her time couldn't be up yet. She still had lives to save- one of which she had saved the moment she became his partner.
He could remember that day, he could remember the moment she walked into the squad room her slender body walking freely, her beautiful hair swaying as she walked, he remembered, all the men's faces turning and looking at her, but he mainly remembered his very first thought of her 'Beautiful'. At first he was able to deny his feelings. He would imagine his wife, his kids. But after awhile- after he got closer to her- found out more about her. He couldn't help but think of her in ways he knew he shouldn't. He wanted to be next to her, to be at her side for as long as he could. Growing closer to Olivia over time was like eating melted chocolate, sweet.
Olivia was hard to get close to though, there was so many things about her life she wanted keep private but over time she grew to know Elliot, to trust Elliot maybe even to love Elliot. At times she felt they shared something deeper then she had been capable of feeling. She would wake up in the middle of the night thinking about him- feeling like she should call him. But she wouldn't. She would go to work the next day and ignore the feelings and thoughts. She could tell that Elliot had these feelings too, there were moments where they would just sit and stare. They could feel the others eyes on them but it never broke their stare. They spent day in and day out together, they ate most meals together, but they were both to stubborn to admit their feelings to the other.
And what really was stopping them? It wasn't Kathy, and it wasn't his kids. It wasn't Olivia's journey to finding her mom. What was truly stopping them? Was death the only thing that inspired them to share what they felt? Was Olivia going to die? Or was she going to live? Was this all apart of gods plan to finally get their bottled up feelings out? Or was this something that shouldn't come out... something that would rip them apart or was this just Olivia's last breath. They would walk the streets of New York and see couples holding hands and laughing every muscle in their body would want to copy them, to hold the others hand, to kiss the others cheek. There truly was nothing stopping them, why couldn't they just come out and confess, was it that their feelings were so intense that no words could describe them. Was it that they didn't know how to explain it? It wouldn't matter. Olivia had never felt love like this. And although it scared her, and she didn't know what to do... she couldn't help but still feel it. She wanted so much to just hug Elliot to just stay close to him to just... and she knew he felt the same.