A/N: Just a little something that'sbeen in my head for a few days. I'm thinkin' maybe a full story out of it. Anyways, it's kind of sad, forewarning. Let me know what you think :)
It was dark as he keyed into his apartment, the clock showing fifteen pasteight at night. Rain poured down outside, lightening flickering every now and then. Through the faint light that filtered in through the windows from the street lamps and the lightening, he could see her shape on the couch.
"Hey," she said as he flicked on the lights. Her soft brown eyes watched as he shed his overcoat, hanging it on the hook in his closet.
"Hey," he said softly. He wasn't surprised to see her. It wasn't the first time she had appeared in his apartment.
"Rough case," she asked, watching as he moved to the kitchen to grab a beer.
"Don't wanna talk about it," he said, popping the top off and returning to the living room. "Why are you here?" He stuided her for a moment before moving to sit down in the chair facing the couch.
"Thought you might want to talk," she said, shrugging slightly.
"I'm fine," he said.
"Sure you are," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips. It drove him crazy to know that she knew him so well, even after six months.
"I missed you today," he finally said, his eyes looking down at the beer bottle in his hands.
"I know," she said softly. He heard her shift on the couch, hugging her knee to her chest.
"You know, I never understand why you left," he said, his eyes glancing up at her. Her light brown hair was down around her shoulders, little makeup was on her face. She wore a soft red sweater and jeans, looking relaxed as she hugged her knee to her chest. It was one of his favorite looks on her; soft and natural.
"I left for all the same reasons that I could never make you stay," she replied, her tone soft and even. He didn't ask what she meant by her comment. He already knew.
"You're the one that left me," he said, "Not the other way around, just so you know." He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice, no matter how hard he tried. Six months and it still hurt just as much as the first day she had been gone.
"I know. I'm sorry," she said, her eyes not leaving him for an instant.
"Everyone misses you," he said, smirking, "Why don't you go visit them?" He was trying to do anything to keep from admitting how he really felt. How torn up he was inside.
"They don't need me," she replied.
"Yeah, well I don't either," he said, getting up to throw the beer bottle away.
"Then why do you keep talking to me," she asked, not moving from the couch.
"Because…damn it Liv, I love you," he said, returning to the living room, where she sat, her soft eyes still following his movements.
"I love you too," she said, "But, you've always known that."
"You never said it." He clenched his fists as he looked up at her. He never understood why her face was so calm, how she managed to keep her words so smooth and even. She was always like this when they talked, him raging on against the world, and her watching him calmly, telling him everything he already knew, but needed to hear anyways.
"Never needed to." The apartment fell in silence as her words hung in the air.
"Will there ever be a day that you don't come and visit me," he asked softly.
"Maybe," she said, shrugging. "Do you want me to stop?"
He paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't know what I want," he said, looking up at her. She nodded, still watching him from the couch.
"I miss you," he said.
"I know," she said, "I miss you too."
Before he could speak again, a knock on the door startled him and he turned to face Olivia, but she was gone, leaving no trace that she had ever been there, except for the words that he could still hear in his head.
He got up and answered the door, smiling when he saw Maureen on the other side. "Hey," she said cheerfully, "Is someone here? I thought I heard you talking to someone."
"No," he said, "I was just talking to a friend on the phone."
"Oh," she said, "I was in the area. Wanna have dinner with your favorite daughter?" It lightened his mood to see her smiling and cheerful.
"Of course," he said, reaching for his coat. He looked at the couch as he shrugged it on, then followed Maureen out the door, leaving his memory of her behind.