W. Maximoff / E. Olsen x Fem reader

right where you left me [ E.O ]

part 2 of tolerate it. 

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there. Dust collected on my pinned-up hair, they expected me to find somewhere. Some perspective, but I sat and stared, right where you left me.

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The rain tapped lightly against the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm that echoed the melancholy in Elizabeth's heart. Her apartment, frozen in time, bore witness to the years that had slipped away. It was a place suspended between past and present, a shrine to a love that hadn't found its way back. 

The city outside bustled with life, evolving and changing with each passing day. But within the walls of Elizabeth's home, time seemed to stand still. Photographs adorned every inch of the space, capturing stolen kisses, laughter-filled nights, and the quiet moments that spoke louder than words. The apartment was a sanctuary of nostalgia, a shrine to a love that had once felt infinite. Friends had come and gone, urging Elizabeth to move on, to let go of the past that held her captive.

Years ago, Elizabeth and Y/N were really inseparable. They were the couple that friends admired, the duo that seemed destined for a lifetime of shared laughter and dreams. However, life's unpredictable turns led them down separate paths, and they decided to part ways. It was a decision made with heavy hearts, laden with unspoken words and unfulfilled promises. Yet, in the quiet corners of Elizabeth's heart, hope lingered. She never fully let go, convinced that time and space were mere illusions that couldn't erode the depth of their connection. 

And, it was her fault anyway. 

Years had passed since the breakup with Y/N, a separation that had left Elizabeth shattered. The reasons were complex, a mixture of life's unpredictable turns and the natural evolution of two people growing in different directions. But as the seasons changed and the world outside transformed, Elizabeth found herself rooted in the remnants of their shared history.

 Elizabeth lived each day as if it were a mere interlude, a pause between the chapters of their love story. She couldn't bring herself to move on, to accept that Y/N might never return. The photographs on the wall bore witness to birthdays celebrated alone, anniversaries marked with bittersweet nostalgia, and the persistent setting of a table for two.

Friends urged her to move on, to let go of the hope that Y/N would return. "They've probably built a whole new life by now," her friends would say, concern etched on their faces. "You can't wait forever," they would add. Yet, Elizabeth remained steadfast, an unwavering pillar of hope in a sea of doubt.

Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to accept that reality. She clung to the belief that love, once so profound, could find its way back. Days turned into months, and months into years. Elizabeth remained in the apartment they once shared, surrounded by the echoes of a love that refused to fade. She continued to celebrate anniversaries, albeit alone, and held onto the hope that the door might one day open, revealing Y/N standing there, ready to pick up the pieces.

The city outside changed – buildings grew taller, neighborhoods evolved, and people came and went. Yet, Elizabeth's apartment remained a time capsule, a testament to a love that defied the passage of time. She often found herself lost in the mundane routines of a life put on hold, a life in which she refused to fully surrender to the reality of a love lost. Her routine became a ritual of nostalgia. 

She found solace in routine, in the familiarity of a life that mirrored the days when Y/N was still a part of it. Every morning, she would make two cups of coffee, setting one aside for a presence that no longer filled the space beside her. She would cook their favorite meals, set a place for two, and the side of the bed Y/N once occupied remained untouched, a silent testament to a love that refused to be forgotten. Seasons changed, holidays passed, and the world outside Elizabeth's window transformed. Yet, the flame of hope burned bright within her heart. She believed in the constancy of their connection, trusting that the love they shared was resilient enough to withstand the tests of time.

One day, as the sun dipped below the skyline, casting a warm glow across the room, a knock on the door disrupted the quietude. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat, hope flickering like a fragile flame.

Could it be Y/N at the door, ready to step back into their shared history? and ready to pick up where they left off?

With hesitant steps, and trembling hands, Elizabeth opened the door, only to find a courier holding a weathered package. Her name was scrawled across the top, and the return address bore the unfamiliar markings of a distant place. As she unraveled the package, a wave of nostalgia washed over her.

Inside, she discovered a collection of letters, each penned with Y/N's familiar handwriting. The words spoke of a journey, of self-discovery and growth. Y/N acknowledged the depth of their connection, the pain of separation, and the lingering hope that time could mend what had been broken.

Elizabeth's hands trembled as she unwrapped it, revealing a carefully curated collection of mementos – a mixtape, a handwritten letter, and a faded photograph from their happiest days. The letter spoke of introspection, of a journey taken to rediscover oneself. It acknowledged the depth of their love, the pain of separation, and the lingering hope that time could heal wounds.

"I've carried the pieces of our love with me," Y/N's words read, "and in finding myself, I've come to realize that you were always a part of who I am. I also often find myself wondering if the city still remembers us, if our love left an indelible mark on its streets. I don't know where life will lead, but I wanted you to have these fragments of our past. Maybe, in remembering, we can find a way back to each other."

As Elizabeth traced the contours of Y/N's letters, a kaleidoscope of emotions danced within her. The years of waiting, the countless nights of yearning, seemed to converge into this moment. The apartment, once a shrine to a love that seemed lost, now held the potential for a new chapter. With a renewed sense of hope, Elizabeth realized that love, like time, was a force that transcended the confines of the present. The city outside may have changed, and the world may have moved on, but within the walls of her home, a love story waited patiently to be continued. Elizabeth, with a heart full of anticipation, embraced the possibility that the one she never stopped waiting for might find their way back to her, turning the next page of their unwritten story.

Elizabeth sat in the glow of the fading day, the contents of the parcel cradled in her hands. The room felt alive with the whispers of a love that, against all odds, endured. As Taylor Swift's lyrics played softly in the background, she realized that sometimes, the ones we can't let go of find their way back to us, leaving us right where they left us – in a place where love persists, patiently waiting for the chapters to unfold. 



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if you ever think you got it wrong, i'm right where you left me. 

- G.J