Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 23. Runaway bride

Elizabeth's POV:

"You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to?" Scarlett asks sitting next to me while my makeup artist finishes his job. "Despite how much I enjoy being a bridesmaid, it would still be better if your wedding was with someone you really want to marry."

A recent conversation with Scar flashes through my head, who is now standing next to me while I still remain silent, testing the patience of everyone here. I don't have to do this.

My true love is now going to the airport, intending to leave the city for an unknown time, not knowing how fate will dispose of her life in the future and this is only my fault. I let my happiness slip away three times in a row without having the courage to admit to myself what I clearly understand now standing at the altar. I'm willing to sacrifice every single one of my privileges if it means being with her.

Every part of me already belongs to her, she is a woman with whom I want to share all the joyful and sad moments, enjoy her madness, start a family in the future and meet old age. And Boyd standing in front of me, unfortunately, can never become for me the very person with whom I will feel exactly the same as with her.

He is a wonderful partner, man, friend and the only person who deserves a huge apology for what I have been doing all this time and about to do right now. I sincerely hope that one day he can find the soulmate he deserves so much, being one of the best people I've ever met, but I can't deceive both of us any further. I imagined this moment hundreds of times when I say "yes" to him, just like then at the Eiffel Tower, but life decided differently, sending me one specific test that I failed, but now I don't regret anything.

"I don't." My words, which I pronounce with full confidence that this time I'm doing everything right, make the smile gradually leave his face and the surprised gasps of the guests exchanging glances fill the entire hall, plunging it into an atmosphere of bewilderment.

"I'm so sorry," I add and he lets go of my hands, staring at me in shocked confusion. "I'll explain everything to you later, I'm so sorry."

"Lizzie, what's going on?" There is no awareness of my words in his look, and turning my head towards the guests for a couple of seconds, I meet with dozens of condemning, sympathetic and lost looks.

"I can't marry you, I have to go, I'm sorry." I say it again, giving him my most sincere apologetic smile, and descend the short stairs, making my way to the exit as fast as I can on my heels, ignoring everything going on around me.

"Elizabeth Chase Olsen! Lizzie!" I hear the voices of my parents, but I don't pay any attention to them, continuing to move forward with one single goal: to fix now everything that I have so ridiculously destroyed because of my stupidity.

"Elizabeth, it's Lax! The airport she's at," Derek's voice makes me turn around for a couple of seconds and I quickly nod to him, not thinking about how he knows where exactly I need to go, again ignoring my parents, Danny standing there with his mouth open, and all other people except for Scar, who is rapidly approaching me.

"Let's go," she opens the door in front of me, holding it, and we run out into a spacious bright hall three times larger than the previous one. "I knew you would do this," she says catching her breath without stopping her steps and I run beside her, holding the hem of my dress so as not to fall.

"Did you?" We open the huge door and run outside, heading for my black car.

"You love her too much, don't you?"

"You trained to run fast so you could run away with the bride from a wedding one day, didn't you?" I answer tossing her the car keys and she gets into the driver's seat, understanding that I'm not in a state to drive right now.