On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

All Time Low

Feeling in my body, way down deep inside me
I try not to fight it (describe it), alright

TW: Self Harm. Alcohol addiction.

Y/N POV

I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry. I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

She stops herself.

Liz: Do you remember what I told you when you left my place for the first time?

Of course, I remember. I remember it all.

Y: Yes. You told me that you feel me.

I take a pause. All my emotions and anxiety are fighting for the top spot in my brain.

Y: You told me you wanted us to be in constant contact. You didn't want us to lose any part of what we've built up.

I stop again. I can't see Liz, but I know she's waiting for me to continue on the other end.

Y: I also know at the same time you and Robbie were going through something, and that was a reason you were trying to take things slow with us no matter how we felt with one another. But now that I know, where does that leave us? Because there are still things, I don't know. MK and Ash told me that you had things to say to me. So, before we talk more about us. I want to know what's up.

I ended my short speech faster than I thought I would. My mouth was on autopilot, and I didn't know where each sentence would end.

L: Everything I told you on that day, I still feel. Y/N-

She stops. It sounds like she moves her phone away from herself before I hear a ruffle and her come back.

L: Y/N, after you left, Robbie showed up. It was the first time I had seen him in days. I had left him in Richmond while I came to New York.

She breathes in. I ask why without speaking, and she answers as if she can hear me.

L: I left him because we weren't doing well... And when he entered my apartment, I knew he was doing far worse than I thought. He looked gone. Broken.

Y: Liz?

I interject.

L: Yes?