The words are said thickly against his own shoulder, her arms tightly holding him in place. She shakes her head stubbornly, almost like she can will him to swallow those words back before they ever left his mouth. Olivia knew exactly what she was getting into when she stepped into the Crowbar and accepted his help. She also knew exactly where she would've ended up if she had not done so, and she would choose the Crowbar, choose him, a thousand times over. He never did get that through his thick skull.
She can feel the tears, hot and blinding, form in her eyes, and she closes them stubbornly to keep them inside. It's strange. She knows that she is a ghost to him, but she does not feel like one. She feels alive and tangible; she feels the rough punch to the gut in the stomach at his words.
"Don't. It wasn't your fault. If you still feel guilty about it after all this time, I swear, Sonny - "
Olivia doesn't know how she planned on finishing that sentence, but she does swear.
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The words are said thickly against his own shoulder, her arms tightly holding him in place. She shakes her head stubbornly, almost like she can will him to swallow those words back before they ever left his mouth. Olivia knew exactly what she was getting into when she stepped into the Crowbar and accepted his help. She also knew exactly where she would've ended up if she had not done so, and she would choose the Crowbar, choose him, a thousand times over. He never did get that through his thick skull.
She can feel the tears, hot and blinding, form in her eyes, and she closes them stubbornly to keep them inside. It's strange. She knows that she is a ghost to him, but she does not feel like one. She feels alive and tangible; she feels the rough punch to the gut in the stomach at his words.
"Don't. It wasn't your fault. If you still feel guilty about it after all this time, I swear, Sonny - "
Olivia doesn't know how she planned on finishing that sentence, but she does swear.