On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Arnett

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Holidays were a little crazy, and a lack of time this past week didn't help! But I made this a little long one!
Hope you can forgive me!

Let's get to it.

Y/N & Liz POV

It's her!
She's here in front of me!!
Don't fuck this up.

Y/N POV

I could feel the sickness leave my body as my eyes focused on the person in front of me.

"Y/N?!"

The woman with the brunette hair and blue Dodgers cap asks me. I let the grip I have on the guitar case slip as the woman keeps a tight hold of the handle. We both don't move, and suddenly the airport seems to become smaller and quieter until it feels like it's just the two of us. The woman softly lets go of the case, resting it on the floor. Through her sunglasses, I know she has her eyes on me.

"Elizabeth?" I say just above a whisper, afraid that if I'm any louder, I'll wake up. This won't be real. She can't be here. And she'll be gone.. again...

"Y/N?"

She moves closer to me as I take a step back. Stopping her. My own action surprises me, but I advert my eyes and bite my bottom lip as it quivers. All the emotions I've been feeling and wanting to yell for the past three weeks are beginning to bubble up, and I can't stop it. But yet here I am—mouth open. Nothing is coming out. I want to collapse in her arms. I want to kiss her. I want nothing more than to yell at her for how she made me feel, but I can't even look at her.

The woman across from me takes another step closer. Gently approaching. "Y/N? Look at me." I can't. I don't want to. She can't be here. Can she?

In a moment, I feel two soft hands cup my cheeks. Two thumbs begin wiping at tears I didn't feel slipping. Her touch sends a wave of electricity down my body. It's something I haven't felt in weeks.

It's my Liz.

"Look at me, Y/N."

I feel a pull on my face as I turn my head downwards, making me look into her eyes. I see them. Her sunglasses long removed, letting her beautiful luscious green eyes capture me once again.

"Y/N?"

I scan over the rest of her face as the breathing in my throat begins to get cut off. My chest rises and falls as I feel each careful stroke of her thumb on my skin. Her lips form a kind smile to me as she bites her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to speak. My eyes slowly move over Liz's lips as her muffled voice speaks to me.

"Y/N, please breathe with me. Come on."

I'm done scanning as I get back into the reality of what's happening.

"Okay. You're doing well. In... Out... In... Out."

A couple more tires of that and some dirty looks from a few Californians; I'm back to breathing normally. "Elizabeth?" I say louder than last time, knowing that she's here. I look down at her, and she nods her head.

"It's me."

Liz POV

It's her.