Warning: Extra gayness, attemted self-harm, kissing, cringes, etc,. Read at your own risk!
Olivia sat down in her dusty old chair. She picked at the old black leather on the seat, grumbling, "When is she gonna be back...". Looking up at the old window above her desk, she frowned. It was cold and rainy outside, and Elizabeth had been gone for a while. Actually, a bit too long. She was just going to the store to grab a few snacks.
Standing up, Olivia paced around, biting her lower lip. It wasn't like Elizabeth to just straight up not come home. She pulled out her phone and dialed for her lover. No response. She always picked up right away! Olivia clenched her fist, starting to breathe heavily, hoping she was okay.
After a while more of waiting, Olivia started struggling to breathe and she began feeling light-headed. If Elizabeth was going to go somewhere else, she surely would have told her, right? This really wasn't like Elizabeth, to just not answer calls and come home late.
She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and staring at it for a moment. She brought her trembling hand up and placed the knife on her wrist. She was just about to start dragging the blade on her wrist, when the door opened.
"Olivia? I'm home!", Elizabeth's gentle voice rang throughout the house. Olivia immediately dropped the knife and ran to her lover, throwing her arms around her. Elizabeth's eyes widened, "Hey, what's this all about?", She giggled, placing the bags down.
"You had me worried sick! I thought something bad had happened... You came home later than expected, and then you didn't answer the phone..."
"Baby...", Elizabeth smiled softly, "The lines were long, and there was traffic. And, my phone died. There was nothing to be worried about...", She mumbled, pulling Olivia close to her chest.
"Oh...", Olivia sighed. Elizabeth reached her and down and gently pecked her lips.
"Don't worry. I'm here."