Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 43

A/N: Hello lovely and precious people! I'm back. So sorry it takes so long to get this chapter done. I got a lot things to do, besides I was pretty down for 2 days after what happened about that translation work that I told you but I have good news about it. Anyway, this chapter was inspired by two songs so you can get the feelings. The songs are Surrender by Natalie Taylor and Sometimes (Backwood) by Gigi. Well, buckle up! Enjoy the ride in this chapter! Also I started the chapter the same way with the previous one. It's not a flashback, it's the previous night in Lizzie's POV. Happy reading!

*Saturday evening in New York*

Back at her apartment, Lizzie is having her dinner while reading her script. She gets distracted by a text notification from you. It's a picture of a yellow sticky note with a song title and the singer. "Hi, Liz. I haven't heard from you. I hope you are okay. I know you are busy. Sorry for bothering you but there is this sweet song I know you would like. I love the singer's voice and the lyrics. I hope to hear from you soon, or see you soon."

Her heart skips a beat as if it forgets how to beat when she sees it was a text from you. A smile slowly crept up on her face when she read your handwriting on the picture of the yellow sticky note that you texted her. After reading your text, she plays the song from you "Surrender" by Natalie Taylor and puts the phone down without replying to you then back to what she was doing but she can't focus. She gets distracted with the song.

We let the waters rise

We drifted to survive

I needed you to stay

But I let you drift away

My love, where are you?

My love, where are you?

Whenever you're ready, whenever you're ready

Whenever you're ready, whenever you're ready

Can we, can we surrender?

Can we, can we surrender?

I surrender

No one will win this time

I just want you back

I'm running to your side

Flying my white flag, my white flag

My love, where are you?

My love, where are you?

As she listened to the song, her posture drooped and her shoulders slumped. Her chest feels heavy with sadness and her breathing slowed. She feels numb all over her body. The corners of her mouth slowly turn down. She then covers her eyes in the crook of her arm that lays on the table and starts to cry. Sorrow closed up her throat. She misses you. After a few minutes letting out her sadness through her tears, she sits up straight. She doesn't care how much the crook of her arms is soaking wet from her tears. She swallows the lump in her throat. She sniffles and wipes her tears.

She stays seated. Her eyes stare into the distance on random spots of the room. She has lost count on how many times or how long you think about her the whole day. Once again, she thinks about the whole situation, about her conflicted feelings but this time the warm feelings grow stronger. Thinking about how nice it looks the two of you in the paparazzies pictures where both of you look like a happy couple. It makes her want to see you. She yearns for your presence. The pain of being away from you has become more and more unbearable.

She was going to use the week off to think more and then ask you to come back to work and see her again but she became more and more vulnerable from all the sadness from being away from you and all the yearnings. It's driving her insane. It makes her doesn't even care about the paparazzi and she will deal with later as time goes by perhaps. She knows it will not be easy, she's not sure what she will do about it. All she knows, she wants to see you, see your smile. She wants to hear your voice calling her with all the pet names you want.