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Thursday July 22nd
She burst into her apartment. Throwing her bags to the floor she went to the cabinet and selected the bottle with the highest alcohol volume. Not bothering with a glass she stormed into her bedroom, tears streaming down her face. She stripped off and climbed into her sheets, pulling them around her until she felt safe. Taking a swig from the bottle she closed her eyes, her mouth and throat burned but she took another. She had to forget. It worked for her mother; it should work for her. Still more tears streamed down her cheeks. Her tears turned to cries and then to sobs. She couldn't bring herself to forget. She couldn't bring the images out of her mind. The yelling and screaming that permeated the room. Items being flung to the walls in rage. The police being called in by neighbours, more than once.
She could remember the nice officer one day who had taken her to the squad room and given her food and water. She had sat and listened to her problems; she comforted her and reassured her. She did what mothers were supposed to do. Instead her mother spent her time at work, and when she did come home, she wasn't her mother. She had...
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Lying on a blanket in the park, Olivia watched life go by – families playing, birds flying, and lovers laughing. She heard a voice behind her and smiled, having recognized it immediately. He dropped down onto the blanket beside her, and she rolled over to face him.
(Olivia P.O.V.)
El’s smile was so breathtaking, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Scooting closer, I laid my head down on his chest and snuggled up next to him.
Yeah, I know, a little bit of PDA, but who cares?
Our moment was interrupted by two children around the age of 5 jumping on top of us. We both laughed, and El began tickling them. The girl had brown hair and blue eyes, and the boy had the same - they were clearly twins. I just watched them, while being propped up on my elbows with a broad smile on my face.
The girl was finally able to escape the grasp of her father just long enough to yell a sentence to me, before she was once again swept into his clutches.
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I have watched SVU form the very beginning.
I love all the relationships between all of the characters. My favorite character relationship has to be Olivia and Elliot's. I like their relationship best because it is so opposite yet it works wonderfully. Olivia is compassionate, strong, and levelheaded. Elliot is full of controlled rage, passion and strength. They balance each other perfectly. Which is why I think they have remained partners for so long! They rely on each other's positives and are able to work with their flaws.They are a great blend of strength, passion, and rage. That is why I love Oliva and Elliot's partnership the the best!!
ANY ONE WHO FEELS THE SAME POST YOUR COMMENTS!!
THANKS STARWARCHICK18!!
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