Saving Olivia

Lost without her

The moment Mason slammed the door he knew he shouldn't have. He shouldn't have shoved her or yelled at her.

Part of his mind was overwhelmed. The other part was just lost. His mom had been such a steadying focus in his life. Even when she was so sick she still took the effort to listen, to guide, to love.

And now. There was nothing. No smiles, no laughs, no mom. She would never again yell at him for wearing his work boots inside. She wouldn't complain about his unsavory cooking attempts. She wouldn't ask about his day. She wouldn't tell him about his dad anymore.

Mason slid down the door until he sat facing the lonely living room. The house was silent, the only sound being that of the grandfather clock. The grandfather clock that his dad built and gave to his mom for their eighth wedding anniversary.

Mason remembered that morning. After smothering his dad's face with kisses, she pulled her rocking chair in front of the clock and just watched the pendulums move. Every time that clock chimed she would smile. It reminded her of Masons dad, she would say. Even in her sleep, a small smile would appear when she heard the musical chimes.

Mason studied the clock. It reminded his mom of his dad. It reminded him of his mom. He shouldn't have treated Livy like that. He felt so lost, like someone tossed of a ship in the middle of the ocean. He had no life jacket cause he sent it away.

Why would he send his lie jacket away? He needed her. He wiggled around until he could slid his phone out of his jeans pocket.

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I sat on a wooden bench in the lobby. The bus wouldn't arrive for another twenty minutes. To be honest, my mind wasn't on the bus. It was on Mason. I was thinking about the things he said, he slammed the door on me, pushed me. Told me that he didn't want me.

Come to think of it, I shoved him away too. Not physically, but with my words. With my actions. I made it completely clear that I didn't want him around. I told him is isn't want him around.

Mason didn't give up though. He just kept finding new ways to get inside to where my soul hid. I stood up newly determined. I'm not going to let his displeasure bother me. He's in pain right now, he doesn't know what he needs. I do. And right now he needs me.

He didn't give up on me, and I'm not giving up on him.

I marched up the stairs. Just as I reached his apartment door, my cell phone started to ring. I was in the process of digging it out of my purse when his door swung open.

"Livy." He stared at me as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "You came back."

I shrugged. "You did too." The haunted lost look in his eyes scared me. This was a man in deep pain, a man who had no light. I moved forward and wrapped my arms around him. Something told me before I did it that he wouldn't push me away, and I was right. He hugged me back, squeezing me tightly. It felt like he was sobbing, but I didn't care. Tears cleansed the soul and right now Mason needed it.

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