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His whole career was a lie, he wasn't the rightfully President of the United States. America had been played, tricked, duped and he was just going along for the ride like the rest of them.
After hearing Verna tell him her confession of her part in helping rig the voting machines in Defiance there was a certain calm that overcame him and threatened to explode from his body. It was as if his body was on autopilot and he didn't have any control of what happened next.
Thinking back over his last encounter with Verna, Fitz couldn't believe he'd actually let the woman die but then again an eye for eye. Why she thought telling him on her deathbed would make a difference but the fact that she paid someone to assassinate him and expect to get away with it, was beyond him.
Shaking his head, Fitz raised the tumbler of Jack Daniels whiskey to his lips and took a healthy swig. It wasn't even the fact that he let Verna just "slip away" that ate at his soul it was the fact that besides her, Cyrus, Mellie and Hollis that didn't think he had a shot but Olivia, his Livy, his sweet baby didn't have enough guts or belief in him to tell him the truth.
For too long he'd been chasing after her approval, love, affection and attention but after the reveal of how he truly came about becoming President there was no more trust for them. At least on his part anyway. Right now there was only hurt, pain, regret, and just numbness. How they would get past this, if they could he really didn't have a clue and didn't want to think about it right now.
Bringing the tumbler back up for another drink he finished the rest of the brown, heady liquor before picking up the bottle beside him on the coffee table. He poured till the glass was halfway full and proceeded to drink his sorrows away while deep in thought.
"Say you'll wait for me. Just say it, say you'll wait for me Olivia."
Olivia had since raised her arms and placed them around his neck, finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She gazed into his eyes with concern and worried filled ones. He was asking her to do the impossible and she knew it would break both his and her heart to say the wrong thing. So she said the only thing she could.
"I….I'll think about it."
Fitz shook his head to clear the image of them alone in Cyrus' office interlocked in a lover's embrace. Him trying to persuade her to give them a chance yet again and her ever slowly backing out or trying to avoid all together. He couldn't, no WOULDN'T keep doing this to himself. He knew he was married and the POTUS but damn if he didn't deserve for the love of his life to treat him as if they were worth fighting for every time.
No, Olivia would see what it was like to be the chaser this time around because he was done putting his heart there to get stomped on repeatedly. This time it would be her looking for a chance because he was over it and too tired to fight anymore. She'd once told him they were in this together but she then turned around and left him, alone. After what he'd learned about her, their trust was going to have to be rebuilt and he couldn't trust himself around her right now, so he would have to take matters into his own hands starting tomorrow at Supreme Court Justice Verna Thornton's funeral.