Marriage Story • Scarlett Johansson x Y/N

What I Love About Scarlett

EVENING

Scarlett get out of her car, she frowned. "Where is she?"

After weeks of pain, overthinking, and practically feeling dead inside. Scarlett finally felt something else, when she saw Y/N's text message earlier, asking to meet up at the park, her heart feels alive again.

She didn't know what this is about, this can break her heart all over again, but she didn't care. She just wants to see Y/N again, that's going to be enough for Scarlett. She missed the love of her life so bad.

She took a deep breath, "Maybe I'm just early." She mumbled and starts walking towards the huge, old tree. She frowned when she saw an envelope, she sat down and grabbed it. "What is this?"

She opened the envelope and fished out the paper inside, her heart thumped.

"What I love about Scarlett..." She read. She looked around for Y/N, but she's not around.

Scarlett look at the paper, and she decided to read it.

What I love about Scarlett... Scarlett is unafraid. She never let other people's opinions or setbacks deter her from doing what she wants. She's got this strong arms that I always find sexy, she can open any jars without a problem and she can carry me without breaking any sweat.

Scarlett chuckled, Y/N used to tell her that she loved her arms.

She is a self-sufficient individual who can darn a sock, cook herself dinner, and iron a shirt. It's amazing, if I say so. She's amazing. She rarely gets defeated (which I feel like I always do).

Scarlett smiles softly, shaking her head.

Scarlett takes all of my moods steadily, she doesn't give in to them or make me feel bad about them. She's a great dresser; she never looks bad, and everything that she wears looks so beautiful, she's beautiful. Scarlett sometimes disappear into her own world, and she would have this cute expression on. And as much as I want to stare at her for hours, I know I have to bring her back to me.

Scarlett licked her lips, sniffling.

She can tell people that they have food in their teeth or on their face without making them feel bad. She remembered all of the inside jokes. She's extremely well-organized and thorough. In contrast to me, she is very clear about what she wants. I fell for her the first time I saw her, we were just kids at that time, but she already managed to squeezed in my heart.

Scarlett wiped her tears.

What I love about Scarlett is... she's Scarlett. She's my best friend, my soulmate. She's my wife. And I don't think I'll ever stop loving her. Even though things are hard, even though it doesn't makes sense anymore. Because she's my person, she's my home. She's my Scarlett. And I know no matter what happens, her heart is what I will always call my home.

Scarlett sobbed as she finished reading.

Then Scarlett felt a tap on her shoulder.

Wiping her tears, Scarlett turned to look and she saw Y/N. Her heart thumped.

Y/N smiles, "What's your name?"

Scarlett frowned, confused. "What?"

"What's your name?" Y/N asked again.

"Scarlett." Scarlett answered, confused.

Y/N smiles, "I'm Y/N, wanna be friends? I've fallen for you." She said, her tears already falling.

Scarlett gasped upon realizing what's going on. "You what?"

"I've fallen for you." Y/N said again. She knows that's not what really Scarlett meant. But that was Scarlett's exact reaction when they were kids when Y/N told her that she's fallen for her.

"Y-You..." Scarlett couldn't even speak. "You remembered?"

Y/N smiles and nodded her head, "I've been gaining my memories back and I'm hoping to have my wife back... to help me every step of the way."

Scarlett didn't say anything and just pulled Y/N closer, kissing her slowly and passionately.

Y/N kisses back, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

They can taste each other's tears but they didn't care, they've been hell and back.

They thought they lost one another, they thought it was done. But even though that happened, they both know they will always find their way back. Because they're soulmates and whatever happens, they will always find their way back to each other.

Back to each other's arms and hearts— back to what they always call home.