We'll Be Okay

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Y/N POV

It's official.

Today is the day that Lizzie leaves for Atlanta.

I'd been given the rundown of what her filming schedule was going to look like for the next few months, and if everything remained the same she probably wasn't going to be back home until the end of November. That information had successfully made me sulk around the apartment for the past two days. And despite trying to keep up a positive attitude, I could tell Lizzie wasn't looking forward to this either.

We spent the day after our friend/family beach day watching movies, curled up together on the couch. I was still feeling a little extra clingy after my panic attack the day before, and Lizzie kept me wrapped up in her arms for as long as I wanted. Yesterday, though, I think reality kind of set in for the both of us. I'd followed Lizzie around as she did her final preparations for her flight, neither one of us really saying anything as I silently helped her pack.

I did smile a little, however, when Lizzie not-so-sneakily packed a few of my shirts and hoodies into her suitcase. After a long day of mostly silence, we'd gone to bed curled around each other. Or at least Lizzie had. I barely slept, my brain much too loud to successfully fall asleep. I'd spent most of the night staring up at my ceiling in the dark, listening to the sounds of Lizzie's even breaths as she slept peacefully in the bed next to me.

My thoughts weren't quite as loud as they were the other day, this time mostly just present because of my sadness. Lizzie had made sure to sit me down and give me a thousand and one numbers so I could contact her if I needed. I knew she was worried about leaving me here alone, but she'd been repeating how everything was going to be okay for the past two days. I was trying to remain optimistic, but I wasn't able to fight the overwhelming sadness I felt.

Gently rolling onto my side, so I wouldn't wake the sleeping blonde next to me, I moved until I was facing my girlfriend, my eyes tracing over her features as she slept. I reached out to move a lock of her blonde hair out of her face, my fingers lightly dancing across her cheek. Her nose scrunched up slightly in response, the action causing me to smile as I let my hand move away from her face, trailing over her shoulder and down until I let it rest against her back, feeling the motion of her even breathing.

Sooner than I wanted it to, Lizzie's alarm went off, and I removed my hand as I watched her slowly wake up and reach over to turn the device off before she settled back down into the bed, her sleepy green eyes meeting mine.

"Hey."

Despite my sadness, I smiled at the sound of her voice, raspy from sleep and causing my heart to skip a beat. "Morning."

I quietly watched as she yawned, sitting up in the bed before stretching her arms above her head. The movement caused her shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a portion of her pale midsection. I stared unabashedly at the sight of her skin, wanting to take every last moment I could get to commit it to memory. Anything I could remember of her that I could recall in the next few weeks. Anything to get me through.

"You don't look like you slept."

Shaking my head, I swallowed the lump stuck in the back of my throat, my fingers messing with the edge of the blanket still draped over me. "I tried, for a bit."

Lizzie gave me a sad smile, one of her hands weaving through my hair comfortingly. "I love you."

Returning her smile, I slowly sat up, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you, too."

After a few minutes of wasting some time in bed, we both shuffled out to get ready. Lizzie had booked an early flight in hopes that the airport wouldn't be too crowded or filled with the pap, so it was still dark out and I was starting to feel my lack of sleep kicking in. I was trudging behind, my movements lazy thanks to my limbs that felt like pure lead. I dressed in something simple once Lizzie left the room, knowing that I wouldn't be in the mood to change when I got back and would most likely just fall back into bed.

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