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Song choice: Blower's daughter

And so it is just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is the shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you

Damien Rice- 'Blowers Daughter'

Can't Take my eyes off you

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He rolls over, slapping the alarm with the palm of his hand. Lazily he turns over and dazes at the ceiling, somehow still sleeping despite waking up. Momentary paralysis strikes his cord as he glazes up at the white chalk roof, even with open eyes he's still very much asleep.

"Hi"

Her hair falls from her shoulder as she looks down at him resting on the bed.

There she is.

Frozen at the sight of her, he watches her bend down and kiss his lips. Like sleeping beauty being kissed by prince charming, Fitz too awakens by the softness of her lips massaging his. How she moans with pleasure that they have started the morning right.

"Are you going to get up?" Olivia whispers in his ear as she straddles his waist.

"Nah." He caresses her head, holding her in place.

"So what are you going to do?" She whispers again with her head laying gently on his chest.

"Stay here with you." Fitz answers gently rubbing her back soothingly.

The two exchange a look. A beat. Fitz is looking down at her and she stares up at him both knowing the answer but neither wanting to say it.

Finally, she speaks.

"Fitz…"

"Don't." He pleads looking down at her.

"We have to discuss it."

"No." He shakes his head, holding her tighter in the process.

"What are you going to do today?"

He kisses her forehead as he looks down at her. "I'm going to wake up and you will be only a dream."

"What else?" She asked

"I'll get dressed and start my day by doing something productive. Something real. If there's any chance of having you in the present, then I have to let you go in my dreams."

"Is that right?" She climbs on top of him straddling his waist in the process.

"This is only temporary I can't stay here in this world with you forever though I've tried hard too."

A coy smile appears on her face, clearly proud of his answer, she pulls him up and there she kisses him languidly as their tongues move in rhythm with each other.

"I guess this is goodbye then."

"Just for now." Fitz promises.

And just like that, Olivia was gone.

/

Since the day he left, he's wondered painfully whether he made the right decision to leave and leave without saying goodbye. Countless weeks had passed, and he would stare at the window looking at the sun and ending with the moon. On a sheet of paper he would write to her every day, he tells himself it is for her but in truth it is for his own peace of mind.

With a piece of paper and a pen, today would be no different.

Do you miss me as much as I miss you? I sometimes fear that I have become more infatuated with idea of love then the necessary trials and tribulations that go with it. Perhaps I am addicted to the idea of loving you, but I must confess your scent fumes of poppies that render me intoxicated and completely under your lulling spell. My have you conjured my soul and left me inebriated in your wake.

And I thank you for the momentary bliss you have given me.

Faithfully yours,

Lover Boy.

He writes a line or two every day as a way of starting his day with positive thoughts but ever so slightly he does wonder, and hope that maybe just maybe she was doing the same. To say he was depressed would be an understatement. He bites his lip angrily; he should have stayed with her. Too hell with his brother and everyone he loves, this time was supposed to be different, this time was supposed to be his time for once in his life.

A cool breeze enters the room. A chill crawls down his spine

He made the right decision.

He moves purposely around the small studio apartment. Grabbing his pajama bottoms, Fitz begins to set his day in motion. He left her that day for a reason, when the time comes for him to claim her and his life, he wants to be ready, he wants his issues handled, he wants to find her and tell her all the things he's begun doing, he needs to be ready for her because when the time comes, he's not going to sit by and watch her live happily ever after with someone else, not when he knows he can make her happier than any man ever could.

And so he begins his day.

Changing the filter, Fitz begins to make a fresh pot of coffee. This plan, wasn't going to be an easy fix. This agreement to change his life was going to be a continuous process and if he had any chance of becoming the man he knows he can be then he doesn't have a second to spare.

Steam fills the hot cup dancing in the air. Reaching for the cup without taking his eyes off his computer he takes a sip. Hissing at the surge of black coffee filling his veins, for a second his thoughts fall on her again without choice. He smiles fondly at his love of black coffee and strong black women both he does not believe he can live without.

Aimlessly he looks through the many and various job offers, some questionable yet others authentic. He double clicks the link and scrolls through the various job descriptions . He was amazed by the amount and need of lawyers, property, criminal, corporate.

He eyes the defense attorney position: the motion work, trying cases he misses that job at times.

He freezes at the job offer. He wasn't ready to jump back into being an active lawyer better yet a defense one but there are times when he does find himself missing not the work but the impact. Defending is one of his strongest traits, it's why he chose to be a defense lawyer, too many crooks wear the white hat and too many knights wear a jumper.

There was a reason for his departure of law and it had nothing to do with the work. Effortlessly he moves past the job offer. And to another. He could be a litigation secretary; he tells himself and without thought he applies for the job and every other job that comes his way. None of the jobs were a permeant fix but they do offer him the opportunity to get out there and start making a living. His biggest fear has always been being unhappy, the thought of having to work day and night and not being able to live worries his heart, settling.

He's never wanted to settle and he's never wanted anyone to settle for him. But the time to be great has never been right, how much longer can he possibly stay stationary. Life isn't a board game where the only trajectory is to move forward. If there is something you want in this world you have to work for it, you have to fight for it.

Having two hundred dollars to his name, is not something to be proud of. And while Olivia has inspired this zest and need for change she most certainly is not the cause. Time's ticking and with each second he's getting further and further away from having something that's concrete. He's getting older and to deny that he has to change would be a lie. Being an inspiring artist while is his dream can't be his sole reason. He has to grow up.

Filling his second cup of coffee, he walks back to the computer, checking his emails anxiously for a response that he got a job or at lease an interview. He signs on and scrolls through the various junk mail before stopping. No one has responded.

He sighs disappointedly before shutting down the computer.

Grabbing a shirt and some shoes, he decides to go for a jog and clear his head.

With the wind slapping him in his face, he feels the cool sting from mother nature waking him up. The cool New York summer breeze can't be replaced, it's one of the few rare states that has an array of seasons all in one. If you were to go north, you would see ice and if you followed the trails down south you would find yourself feeling the warmth of the sun lighting your face with its rays.

With the cold air in his lungs, he pauses at the stop light with the other pedestrians and with a second to catch his breath he looks to his left and sees 'The Grant and Doyle Firm' standing tall and firm. He looks at the large building noticing how it's size and girth blocks the surrounding buildings view. He had no idea he ran that far but that's how life goes at times.

Like a hotel, countless men and women enter and leave the building like a revolving door. Numerous people looking for representation and safety, not knowing that the firm itself was a cage that offered them the least bit of security. He eyes the various smiling faces that left the building, knowing that many would soon leave crying, from either losing their family or friend, the loss of property that would soon be collateral, or perhaps both. The only people who left happily were the rich.

He rolls his eyes in contempt at the building, that holds the rich and the wealthy. His father, Hollis, and the myriad of men like them, prey on the poor and uplift the rich. Without warning his gaze shifts to the people, some walking with purpose, other walking leisurely at their own pace.

Olivia. He whisper her name in the wind.

Fitz freezes. Trying best to figure out a way to verbalize how he is feeling at this very moment. She's here. He's uncertain whether to scream from across the street for her to notice him or to simply let her be.

Exiting a black Mercedes her hair is swaying with the wind, her black pumps hit the sidewalk with vigor as she turns her head from side to side as to not walk in front of anyone, she's wearing a black suit that seems to envelope her, she looks positively beautiful and Fitz struggles on whether this was a blessing or a curse to see her.

She's real.

That was the first thing he thought of when he saw her. She's actually real. Once he left Santa Barbara he was worried that what he perceived they felt and shared might not be as magical as he thought. He told himself everything he could to appease his ever-wondering mind about her but nothing seemed capable of dimming her effortless light.

He pushes back his sweaty hair to look more presentable. Somehow he's nervous at the thought of seeing her again after how he left. Would she welcome him? Will she forgive him for how he left? Or will she move on as though they are strangers? He won't leave the idea to chance.

He eyes the pole with a silent plea to turn, he begins fidgeting in place with nervous anticipation as he watches her talk with what he assumes to be coworkers at the corner of the street.

Look at me.

The light turns and without a second to spare he walks to her as calmly as he possibly could but he's too late. Olivia was already walking away.

Air escapes from his lips as he watches her parting figure move further and further away from him. The optimistic part of his soul likes to believe that things happen for a reason but this moment wasn't pure coincidence.

It wasn't that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time, it was that he came too late and she is much too fast.

The object of his dreams has left once again and he was the person to blame.

It's wrong to invade her privacy but it is also wrong that she holds this power over him.

Fitz is aware that he should turn around and give Olivia her space yet this sight of her is so vivid that he can't take his eyes off her. It amazes him that in a matter of weeks she has grown more lovelier than the day they first met.

He follows behind her, enthralled by the way the sun hits her skin or the way her hips move with each lift of her legs.

Her head is held high, shoulders squared as her straighten hair flaps against the wind.

She's untouchable.

This vision has bewitched his heart and for what it's worth he never wants the spell to break. He stops at the building and watches Olivia climb the stairs with such poise and grace that he stands still amongst the pedestrians walking by, he's completely and utterly captivated by this magical angel.

Wonder girl.

He shifts at the stairwell anxiously on what he should do, his lips open to call out her name- something; anything to let her know that he was thinking about her. But something happened, a switch turned on in his brain as he saw himself walking the stairs. This was a professional setting. Olivia wasn't coming to see him, she was going to work at a job that holds his family's name, a job that his brother is partner and a major shareholder. What can he possibly do for her besides create gossip. With his adrenaline subsiding and clarity forming, Fitz cast one finally look at Olivia before walking away.

Another time.

/

Olivia felt something unusual happening to her, it was as though eyes were on her by the time she opened her car door, she looked but still couldn't place this feeling burning inside her with each step she took. Every move she made brought her further away from the sensation yet the ringing in her ear never ceased despite all the surrounding noise. She talks to a coworker thinking that perhaps this anxious feeling enveloping her would soon go away; morning jitters is what she calls it. But after the conversation ended, she began walking and feeling the warm eyes piercing her back and still she couldn't bring herself to turn around. Her heart began beating hastily in her chest; her eyes watering at the thought that maybe, just maybe Fitz was here. Fitz's presence is the only logical reason as to why her stomach had begun to fly and warmth seemed to surround her though she was freezing. She shakes her head to remove the thought of him coming for him, considering how he left without saying goodbye but still... she feels her pulse beating profoundly in her ears.

Fitz.

"You coming in?" A coworker asked noticing that Olivia stopped at the door.

Olivia smiles apologetically for being caught daydreaming.

"Yeah." Olivia nods her head walking through the open door before stopping to turn around and notice a parting figure.

The tall muscular build, brown wavy hair, her head tilts to the side as she begins walking down the stairs to look at the parting figure blending in with the masses.

Her eyes squint tightly as she draws her hand up to block the sun.

Olivia stopped breathing.

Fitz. She breaths out.

This is a short chapter, but a necessary one.

I'll be back soon enough with the next chapter.

Until next time-

Muse XoXo