Dearest One

by bauwriting

Olivia and Elliot both wrote to each other throughout the 10 years. However, neither of them sent any of them. All their letters sit in a box under their beds. One day they will be sent.

OLIVIA'S POV

Sept. 23, 2011

Elliot Stabler,

How could you leave? How could you leave like that? Like a coward. Do I mean that little to you? You couldn't have called or texted? Does twelve years of partnership and having each other's backs mean nothing to you? You are a fucking coward Elliot Stabler.

I would have understood. I would have, but now. Now you get no empathy. You couldn't even come in to get your stuff. I had to pack up your desk like you had just fallen off the face of the Earth. I packed the picture of you and Eli, your favorite pen that you stole from me, and your collection of mugs from your bottom drawer.

You should be ashamed of yourself. You were the only person I had. The only person I could 100% unequivocally trust. Elliot, you were my family. You don't just abandon your family. Unless you didn't see me as your family to begin with.

I hope you find peace, Elliot. I do. I hope you know that if I ever see you again, I will kick you so hard in the balls your dick retracts into your body. Fuck you.

I loved you- and I thought you loved me.

Det. Olivia Benson