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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 13:11:45 GMT
Perhaps the worst part of the entire situation was that Olivia had allowed herself to get hurt. The things that Parker had said to her at the charity event had effected her in ways that she hadn't been anticipating. She and Parker kept coming back to the same argument about how much he had grown and changed as a person, and he kept using it against her that he felt that she hadn't. The problem was - she had. Not in the same way that others, like Brandon Finn, had noticably turned over a new leaf and engaged themselves in a career and in a relationship without games. She had grown up in the fact that it had become increasingly difficult to hide her emotions any longer, to bury them away and manipulate people into believing her when she said they weren't there.
That was was had bothered her the most as her little follower friends had tried to converse with her about the drama that had unfolded at the event. Drama that she wasn't even part of. It had been Eliot Quinn who had made her realize that she probably had grown up in some small strange way, he had manipulated a situation in a way that she wouldn't have thought to have done. Ten years ago she might have, but now - now she felt like she was nothing more than a bitchy socialite with too much free time on her hands. And it was starting to bother her.
She had sent a quick text to Parker on the way over to the hotel, "We need to talk. I'm coming over."
Now that she had time to think, and now that there wasn't a very public setting, she had a lot to say to him. Knocking on the door to his suite she tried to pinpoint exactly where she wanted to begin.
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Post by Parker Blye on Aug 19, 2015 14:41:13 GMT
Parker had received the text from Olivia just as he was emerging from his shower. Reading it, he sighed to himself, tapping out a message on his phone to the business associate he had plans with to put them off by an extra hour. He knew that he had been particularly harsh with Liv and he didn’t know why he still let her.
Or at least that was what he told himself. In reality, he knew exactly what it was that made him think of Liv even at the most inopportune moments. As a boy, in high school, he would have followed her blindly. A longtime childhood companion of his, he would ruin lives simply to entertain her and make her laugh. Life was simpler, games had no consequences, and he was cruel.
Since leaving New York City, he thought of her from time to time, but he had hit a point where he knew he couldn’t live like that anymore and the things that he was growing to want from the world, he never thought Olivia would want in turn. So he left her, and he knew that she most likely saw it as abandonment. Part of him wished he had encouraged her then to leave with him, or encouraged her to go her own way – telling her he’d meet her again along the way in the middle somewhere. But he hadn’t, he’d left and he hadn’t looked back – thinking he needed to cut his ties or else never truly progress.
But he was still tied to her. So much of his identity had been formed with her by his side. So he supposed he owed her the chance to come talk, given how harshly he’d spoken to her. But he didn’t regret it. He didn’t want her to keep trying to pull him back to who he was, rather, he hoped that she would become who he knew she could be.
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 15:03:32 GMT
She barely waited for the door to open before pushing her way into the suite. The inner monologue she had with herself on the way over had built up a strange combination of anger and adrenaline that was just pushing words to the surface. "How dare you? Just bloody history? In the entire time that I've ever considered you part of my life I have never belittled you so much to just write you off as part of my history. History just doesn't fucking go away, Parker. It's not something that you can brush under the rug and hope that it goes away because you've found a doe-eyed girlfriend that you'd rather spend all of your time with."
Attacking Madison probably wouldn't be the best path to continue down so instead she stopped herself for a moment to just breathe and tuck her hair behind her ear, looking at him for a minute. Admitting that she had probably loved him at some point had been difficult, and it had felt weak. It made her feel like she was being irrational and at the time she had realized it she had just told the voice in her head to shut up by silencing it with a strong martini. She refused to be weak, and she refused to let him think that there was nothing in their past that was endearing enough to allow them to continue to be part of each others present.
"Do you think I don't realize how much has changed in your life? I'm not a complete idiot, I'm fully aware of how successful you've become and how you seemed to have been ready to commit yourself to that woman forever. And then when things changed again and you came back, I thought for the briefest bloody minute that you might have wanted to catch up. You can't bleeding sleep with a woman and then in the next sentence tell her that she's done nothing of importance in her life and needs to grow the hell up."
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Post by Parker Blye on Aug 19, 2015 16:31:11 GMT
Parker pinched the bridge of his nose when Liv entered his suite, guns blazing. Though he was certain he didn’t expect anything less. In fact, he knew in truth he’d braced himself for it before opening the door and stepping back so she could enter.
He listened to her go off on her tirade and realized that the content of it, however, was something he had not been expecting. He’d expected her to tear into him, to call him names, to maybe go on the offensive about Madison and the time he’d been spending with her. But Olivia was saying something differently all together.
“You’re right,” he admitted after a long moment, dropping down into a chair and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and falling silent again. “No, you are absolutely right. I shouldn’t have said what I said to you, at least not in the way that I said it. There were more delicate ways to…I apologize if I hurt you, Olivia,” he said slowly, trying to reconcile the fact that he had done just that. That he had hurt Olivia’s feelings.
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 17:36:40 GMT
Liv hadn't been expecting an apology. She wasn't sure what she was trying to accomplish when she had stormed over here, but she had expected something more along the lines of an argument; rage or annoyance at the fact that she was so angry with him for what he had said. Perhaps there had been validity to what he had said, and perhaps she had deserved to hear them, but he had taken her down a notch in a very public area. He could have just let her bother a few of their former glassmates, have a bit of fun, and just have left it at that. Instead he had made her come to a harsh realization of herself. And again, that made her feel weak.
"No - don't apologize," she snapped slightly. Truthfully, she realized now, she didn't even want to hear his apology. Maybe it was the fact that she thought maybe he had assumed that she didn't have any feelings to hurt that bothered her, or maybe it truly was the fact that hearing the accusations had hurt the most because it came from him. "It doesn't matter if you hurt my feelings, what matters is that you seem to think so little of me."
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Post by Parker Blye on Aug 19, 2015 17:56:51 GMT
Parker sat back for a moment, contemplating her words and shaking his head. “No, Olivia. I do not think so little of you,” he corrected. “I expect better from you,” he admitted.
“I’ve known you for a very long time, Liv. And you’re right, I can’t just throw away history. But because I’ve known you for so long, I know exactly what you’re capable of. Possibly things that you don’t even realize you’re capable of. And it’s frustrating for me.”
Pausing for a moment, he shook his head. “I don’t know, it’s unfair of me to hold you up to the same unit of measurement as myself or anyone else in terms of accomplishments. I just believe, so wholeheartedly, that you can do more. And instead, we play the same games as if nothing has changed and I can’t pretend that anymore because it’s a lie.”
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 18:19:20 GMT
Liv felt his disappointement crushing her. The way that he had phrased it all made it seem like he had expected her to do more, be more - to have possibly become a different person? At the very least, a better person. But that was so subjective. What was better to him wasn't necessarily what was better for her. And despite the fact that he seemed to think that he had become a better person in some way, Olivia hadn't seen it. He had proven that he had a particularly cruel streak still, at least when it came to her.
"What more were you expecting me to do, Parker?" She was exhasperated, tired of him making her feel like her life wasn't enough for her. "Would you have rather that I took some pointless job, married some horrible bore and had children who spent all of their time with the nanny already? I don't know what you expected of me."
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Post by Parker Blye on Aug 19, 2015 18:41:18 GMT
Frowning, Parker glanced down and away from her. “I don’t know what I was expecting, Liv. I honestly don’t. And like I said, it’s unfair of me to try to hold you to some sort of standard like that.”
Standing up, he paced the room, running his hands through his hair. “I mean, I suppose perhaps I hoped, at least, that you would find a way to be happy. I mean genuinely so. Because let’s be honest, Olivia, the thrills we got out of making others miserable was fleeting at best. If not, we would have stopped much sooner.”
“I don’t even know what would make you happy at this point, but I want desperately for you to find it. And no matter how harsh my words were the other day, I hope you believe that.”
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 19:05:31 GMT
Olivia laughed dryly, "Oh, for God's sake, Parker. How are you still not getting it?" She was getting tired of fighting with him over what she could have done and should have done when he left, because she truly hadn't known what to do. There was no bone in her body that ever expected him to just cut himself off from her the way that he had. She had to agree with him, he had grown and changed into someone else entirely, and she felt ridiculous about thinking that everything should have stayed the same.
A small part of her thought that maybe she had wanted everything to stay the same because she was hoping that he would come back; that she had been waiting for him to come back. "It's you - you would make me happy."
She tucked her hair behind her ear again, fidgeting in a what she considered to be a ridiculously childish way. "But it's not like that matters anymore. Like you said, you've grown and you've changed. And apparently you're back with that annoying woman, and I'm sure you're already very happy."
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Post by Parker Blye on Aug 19, 2015 21:11:16 GMT
Parker blinked at Olivia for a moment before looking away. “Olivia,” he started slowly. “I don’t think that back then, we would have really made one another happy. I would have loved for that to have been the case, but everything we did was built on making other people miserable.” He frowned. “And I hate to say it again, but I don’t think that I’m the person you remember.”
Running his hand through his hair, he looked at her. “I don’t know what to say.” Taking a breath. “I have to go out of town for a couple of weeks for work. But when I get back, we should talk,” he offered.
Parker felt as though he’d been thrown for a complete loop. To an extent, he’d known her declaration to be true but wasn’t sure he’d ever expected to hear her say it. “I’m not trying to put you off, I just think that you deserve more time than the brief bit I have tonight.” And if he were being entirely honest, he needed more time to think over the situation. His mind focused on Maddy for a moment and it only made his head hurt worse. “But it matters, while you might not understand in what way, you’ve always mattered to me, Olivia.”
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 19, 2015 22:17:07 GMT
"Right, well," she started, "I guess I'll just leave you to it." Olivia still wasn't sure what she had been expecting, and while it would have been impossible for him to intentionally plan on going out of town after she tried to be honest with him, she was upset by it all the same.
Looking at him she tried to give him a soft smile but it felt weak and so she instead made her way to the door, hesitating for a moment before grabbing the doorknob and letting herself out.
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