Marionette ending scene. Both povs.

As we're driving to where Barrett is I can't help but think what Olivia getting short tempered meant. Is she mad at me? Is she just so frazzled by everything that she took a little of it out on me? It's probably a little bit of both. I said we should just forget about it but I decide to ask her anyways.

"What was that about, back at the federal building?"

"Me getting angry? I'm sorry I don't know what got into me. I thought we were dropping it?"

"We are, I just need to know how you're feeling. You don't have to tell me now, but I can't stand not knowing what's going through your head any longer. I'm not going to go with it and act like we're ok if we're not. If we need to talk about or fix something you need to let me-"

"We're here," she says cutting me off and jumping out of the car.

Great. That went well. Now I'm even more confused. She heard me, though. I want to try to fix things if they're broken, so maybe she'll come around soon and give me some answers. Hopefully they're the ones I want.

I wish Peter would just leave me alone. I need time to think. I don't know what to tell him. I don't know if we're ok or not. Well, we're obviously not ok, or at least I'm not ok. I can't figure out what I want anymore. I definitely can't figure out what I want here, though. I have a case to focus on.

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As we settle everything I can't help but think about what Barrett said to me.

"When I looked into her eyes it wasn't Amanda." This man loved her so much he could tell the person he brought back wasn't the same just by looking into her eyes. Why didn't Peter do that for me? He should've been able to look into her eyes and know that it was a different person. She is so different from me. Yeah, maybe she was a good actress, but she is too different from me to not slip up the whole time she was here. Peter was with her almost 24/7 and he didn't suspect anything. He loves me, doesn't he? Maybe he doesn't love me as much as I thought. I can't handle this. I don't want to be with him anymore. I have to get away from everything before I go insane.

When I start walking to the car, planning to go for strawberry milkshakes with Walter and Olivia, I spot her sitting with her head in her hands. Shit, here we go.

"Olivia? Are you okay? What is it?" I say trying to place my hand on her shoulder for comfort. She jerks away as I touch her and I notice her head shake slightly. This can not be good.

"You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked into her eyes, and he knew it wasn't her." This can not be happening. I feel so sick, so guilty. Speak up before you lose her, dammit!
"Olivia..."

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"...and I don't want to be with you anymore. She's taken everything." What just happened? I can't lose Olivia, I can't. Why can't she tell that I'm hurting too? I feel so bad for not being able to tell the difference, and now I'm definitely not ever going to be able to forgive myself. I knew we were going to have problems, but I never thought she would leave me because of all this. I can't believe this is happening.

"I'm sorry." It takes all my strength not to cry right there, but I have to keep my composure. I have to get Walter home. He'll find out soon enough, but I can't take him asking me questions about it all right now.

I fight the tears as I walk quickly to my car. I can't believe I just ended things. Is that even what I wanted? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I feel like my head is going to explode thinking about all of this.

Once I get home I throw all my stuff onto the table and collapse onto my bed. I break into sobs, not even trying to hold anything in anymore.

The End.

I was planning on writing through 6B, but decided to end it here because I'm ready to move on to other stories. Hope you enjoyed it. :)