olivia rodrigo | oneshots

14 | Living In The Past

Okay, so here's the second angst that's kinda lengthy... I swear there's a happy one coming soon!

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Some people believe in happy endings, some don't. Some say happy endings are overrated, some believe there's no such thing as happy endings. Believe it or not, everyone has different thoughts on them. And for Olivia, a happy ending seems nearly impossible. How do you go on if the person that made your life worth living is now gone? How do you keep going when it seems like she's your whole world? Moving on seems impossible and loving someone new was even harder.

When the weekend rolled around again, Olivia found herself in the bar once more, the familiar burning sensation in her throat as she gulped down her drink. It was a routine now. The blaring music and chatter drown out her other thoughts. Barely anyone is sober enough to notice who she is, and without any bodyguard, that fact really helped her. As far as her bodyguard is concerned, she's with her friends, playing stupid games and giggling at stupid characters. They don't know what's going on in her mind, they don't know she's still grieving for someone she lost two years ago.

Everyone she had slept with for the past two years reminded Olivia of her. But when the night ends, the familiar loneliness crept in and she was left feeling colder than ever. She always leaves before the night ends, she had to, but it still hurts. It hurts like a thousand knives stabbing her heart. It hurts as if the pain is physical. It shouldn't have taken Olivia this long to get over one person, but she was a part of almost every important event in her life so it was hard, harder than Olivia ever imagined it would be.

One word. One action. One mistake. They all lead to the break up, and Olivia blamed herself every single day. Maybe she shouldn't have been drinking. Was she drinking that night? She probably was, and she knew how it would end. They both knew. But it was an afterparty Olivia had been invited too and she got too carried away. And now the guilt is starting to feel like too much to handle. She glanced at her drink, suddenly feeling nausea. Was that the same drink she had drank that night? It seems to be the same...

The room was suddenly spinning and the glass in her hand cluttered onto the ground, shattering on impact. But with the noise surrounding her, no one noticed. The noise was suddenly getting louder, the wall seemed to be closing in, Olivia closed her eyes. Maybe this would be the way she will go, pathetic and drunk, losing her mind over an event that happened roughly two years ago. Suddenly there wasn't enough air and she found herself gasping for breaths. No one noticed. A laugh escaped her lips, and then another giggle at how crazy her thoughts are. And then everything seemed to stop when she caught sight of a familiar h/c. Olivia stared at her, everything seeming to happen in slow motion. Then the play button was hit once more and she disappeared.

Olivia couldn't stop the sigh that escaped her lips. The room was spinning again, and another drunken giggle escaped her. No one glanced her way, but why would they? They're either as drunk as Olivia was or having the time of their life grinding on a potential person they can bring home that night.

"Are you alright?" Olivia whipped around, swaying slightly as a girl's hand was placed on her hips, steadying her. The girl looked strangely familiar, looking exactly like her. Olivia giggled again, leaning against her touch.

"You sound like Y/n," she slurred, her eyes darting around the room before meeting e/c ones. There was concern in them but Olivia couldn't understand why. They are strangers, they never met each other before, she probably just seemed like another drunken girl on the street. Maybe this girl would kiss her, and Olivia could forget the coldness under her skin temporary for the night.