Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or When Your Heart Stops Beating by+44.

A/N: I wrote this for my creative writing class, and I wanted to share it with you. I hope that you enjoy it!

Elliot lifted his head up and surveyed the room, his blue eyes were drawn quickly to every movement, but he eventually looked back at the picture on his desk. The woman in the picture had her arms around him, and she was laughing. Elliot could imagine her laugh, and when he closed his eyes he could sometimes convince himself that she was sitting across from him. But when he opened them she wasn’t there, he was still alone. Elliot continued to stare at the picture, he was still amazed at how beautiful she was. He had known her for so long, but he was still awed at the way her auburn hair fell across her face and at how brown her eyes were. Someone was shouting his name; telling him to either do something or leave; but he couldn’t make himself move, all he wanted to do was sit and pretend that everything was okay.

Someone had cranked up the stereo; he wished they hadn’t. Words began to fill the busy room; words that tore at Elliot’s heart and made him yearn for Olivia. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her, he wanted to tell her so many things, but most of all he wanted Olivia. Elliot tried to block the words out but they broke through the flimsy barrier he had attempted to build, and they flooded his brain. Elliot squeezed his eyes shut and tried so hard to keep the tears from coming. He could feel them burning his eyes, demanding to be freed, but he would not let them slip away. The song playing was Olivia’s favorite, it had been their song. She used to turn it up and sing to it, smiling and laughing the whole time. Elliot had never loved anyone as much as he loved Olivia, he missed hearing her voice, he missed Olivia.

“I’ll be there when your heart stops beating. I’ll be there when your last breath’s taken away.” The words came spilling out of the stereo, reminding Elliot of all of the time he had spent with Olivia.“In the dark when there’s no one listening. In the times when we both get carried away.”

The +44 CD was still sitting on the corner of her desk, the rest of her personal items were scattered atop the wooden surface, arranged how she had wanted them. Elliot hadn’t had the heart to clear the items away, and no one else wanted to do it, either. The bright green lettering was so familiar, but it seemed like a memory he had no part of, but rather something someone had told him about so many times it had become a memory. He wished that she had left the CD at home, then he would not have to look at it all of the time. His heart ached as he thought of her singing to the song, but he tries not to dwell on the thought long.

Elliot stood up and began walking. He did not think about where he was going; instead he let his feet guide him. As he walked down the street he kept his head bowed and his eyes glued to the cement sidewalk. He was tired of New York, he hated everything about the city, he hated the memories it extracted from him, but he would never leave. New York was the only home he had ever known, and it was the only home Olivia had ever known. Elliot walked through the heavy iron gates but did not look up—he had been there so many times he did not need to—and he continued back to where he wanted to be.

Elliot continued walking, feeling as if he would never reach the end, and that he would continue walking forever, but finally his feet stopped. He lifted his head up slowly, unwilling to look at what was in front of him, but compelled to at the same time. As he stood there his last few moments with Olivia ran through his head. So much of it had fled from his memory, but so much of it remained behind, haunting his dreams and tearing at his insides. He felt like there was a weight inside of his chest, one that had settled after those last few moments, one he could not shake away. The moment that stuck out most in his memory was when she had screamed out his name and then…nothing. That was the end of it, it had been the end of everything.

Elliot’s eyes finally focused on the words that he had read over too many times to count, but he read them again. His eyes slowly traced over the words engraved into the grey stone, he continued to look them over, even though the words had been committed to his memory so long ago. There was no need for him to torture himself so cruelly, but he still continued to read over the words. Tears began trickling down his cheeks and finally he stopped reading the words, but they still echoed through his head: Olivia Benson. Beloved friend and sister..

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A/N: Tell me if you like it. This is my second ever character death story.