AN: I came across a song that reminded me of Olitz, so I had to write a one-shot. The song is"I'll Be Your Clown"by Heart of the Matter.
Olivia sat cross-legged on her bed, strumming a few offbeat chords on her guitar as the sun streamed through the half-open blinds of her tiny apartment. It was a lazy kind of morning, the kind where the world outside felt like it was moving too fast, and yet, she had all the time in the universe. She looked up from her guitar and smiled as her phone buzzed with a text from Fitz:
"Why don't you come by my place today?"
A grin spread across her face. Fitz was always like that—spontaneous, playful, and free-spirited, pulling her into his world where time seemed to stretch like warm taffy. Without hesitation, she grabbed her worn-out sneakers, a light jacket, and her keys, heading for the door.
Fitz was leaning against the doorframe of his apartment when she arrived, his hands tucked in his pockets and that signature mischievous smile on his face. His curls were wild today, like he'd just rolled out of bed, and Olivia couldn't help but laugh.
"You ready to waste some time?" he asked with a wink.
"Always," she replied, bumping her shoulder against his.
They started walking aimlessly, falling into a familiar rhythm. Olivia loved how easy it was with Fitz—how they never needed a plan. They could just be together, laughing about nothing, making up deep theories about the world that only made sense to them. Today was no different.
They wandered to the park, feet scuffing against the pavement, stopping at random moments to read the signs on storefronts as if they were clues to some grand, unspoken adventure.
"Let's talk about gravity," Fitz said with an exaggeratedly serious expression, pointing up to the sky. "Do you think it's as heavy as they say it is?"
Olivia burst out laughing, following his gaze, pretending to ponder the weight of the clouds. "I don't know, but let's test it. If we find an apple, we can see if it still falls."
They scoured the park until they found a lone apple tree, its branches swaying lightly in the afternoon breeze. Fitz jumped up, grabbed hold of a low-hanging apple, and tossed it to Olivia. She caught it with a smirk, then dropped it theatrically to the ground.
"Still works," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
They both burst out laughing, collapsing onto a bench nearby, letting the sound of their amusement mix with the chirping of birds and the distant hum of traffic. The world around them seemed to spin faster, but they sat there, outside of time, just watching.
"Look at that cloud," Olivia said, pointing up at the sky. "It looks like a giraffe."
Fitz squinted, following her finger. "Nah, that's totally an elephant."
"No way, Fitz! Look at the neck!"
He grinned and shook his head, pretending to concede. "Alright, alright, I see it now—a giraffe-elephant hybrid. We'll call it... a Giraphant."
"Perfect. We've just discovered a new species."
The hours slipped by like that—cloud-watching, people-watching, and crafting ridiculous stories about the strangers passing by. Fitz, ever the clown, would pull faces at passing kids, making them giggle while Olivia doubled over laughing at his antics.
"I'll always make you laugh," he said at one point, his voice softer now as he gazed at her, "even when the world's a little too serious."
Olivia smiled, her heart feeling light like it could float up into the sky to join their zoo of clouds. She didn't need anything more than this—these carefree moments with Fitz, where nothing mattered but them and the simple joy of just being together.
As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, they found themselves back at Fitz's apartment. They sat on the steps, sharing the apple they'd found earlier, taking slow, deliberate bites like they were savoring the very last taste of the day.
"I think we took all the right roads today," Olivia said quietly, leaning her head on Fitz's shoulder.
"Every road we take is the right one," he replied, his voice low and sure.
At that moment, Olivia knew he was right. It didn't matter where they went, what they did, or how much time they wasted. As long as she was with Fitz, the path was always right.
She smiled to herself, content, knowing that tomorrow would bring another day just like this one—another day to waste together.
Olivia woke suddenly, her heart beating softly in her chest, the remnants of laughter from her dream still ringing in her ears. She blinked, taking in the quiet of her bedroom, the way the sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the space. It felt so real—so vivid—like she had been with him again.
Her wrinkled hands reached out instinctively for the gold-framed picture perched on the bedside table. In the photo, her younger self stood laughing in Fitz's arms, her face tilted up to meet his mischievous gaze, the two of them so full of life and love.
It had been ten years since he left her. Ten years since she'd heard his voice, felt his touch or wasted a day wandering aimlessly through the city with him by her side. And yet, in these dreams, it was as if nothing had changed. He was still there, as real as ever, holding her hand, making her laugh, keeping her company.
Olivia ran her thumb over the picture's glass surface, smiling softly to herself. Even though he was gone, she still had these memories—these little treasures of time that came to her in her dreams, offering her comfort.
She leaned back against her pillow, eyes misting slightly, but she smiled. She was grateful. Grateful for the days they'd shared, for the love they'd built, and for the dreams that let her feel him, if only for a little while longer.
He may have been gone, but he was still with her, in every laugh, every smile, and every wasted moment that filled her heart.
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