Elizabeth Olsen is an actress and incredibly talented, knows what she wants, she has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect job and life is just perfect. Isn't it?
Then there's Y/N, who is also an actress. Who is still trying to figure out what it mean...
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Elizabeth POV
I groan as I shift in the bed my hand distinctively reaching for the spot where Y/N had laid next time after we passed out from having sex, only for my eyebrows to furrow as I didn't feel her, instead my hand gripped the sheets. I slowly opened my eyes and she wasn't there, I sniffed and yawned and sat up, pulling the sheet to cover my body and another yawn escaped my lips, I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I knew it had to be late in the day since there was no outside light, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and sure enough, I was right, it was only two in the morning.
I sighed as I stretched and moved my legs to get out of bed, my legs shaking slightly, and I grabbed Y/Ns discarded shirt so I wasn't walking around in nothing, I made my way into the main area of the trailer and Y/N was sitting on the couch, and she had a shirt and boxers on.
"Hey-" I whispered gently so I didn't startle her and she blinked a few times before turning to me, "What're you doing up?" I asked and she sighed.
"I'm not tired."
I nodded and told her I was going to the bathroom and she just nodded. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands air drying them as I walked out and Y/N was still in the same position as when I went to the bathroom.
"Are you alright?" I asked gently and she nodded, giving me a small smile.
"I'm okay."
I wasn't convinced but I didn't wanna push her into talking to me, "Are you coming to bed?" I now asked.
"In a little bit." I prodded my cheek with my tongue but nodded, and went into the bedroom lying on my back and staring at the ceiling of the trailer.
After five minutes of staring in silence, I sat up and huffed in annoyance, I got up from the bed and went back into the main area, Y/N glanced at me with a soft sigh leaving her mouth and she opened her arms and I trudged over to her.
She adjusted the way she sat on the couch, letting her legs stretch out, and gestured for me to join her, and I did, I laid my head on her chest our legs becoming intertwined, and I let my arms wrap around her back, and she wrapped her arm around my back resting on my hip, the other cradling my head and I listened to the sound of her heart beating.
We lay like that for a few minutes before she said, "Do you ever think of what life would be like if you were never born?" I furrowed my brows, "I do." She whispered and I frowned, "maybe more than I should."
I was quiet her words sinking into my brain and I squeezed her back, "No I've never thought about that." I finally said and felt her nod, "and I definitely don't wanna think of a life without you." I added and she sighed again, I heard her sniff and I worried she was crying I lifted my head to look at her but her expression was stoic, and no tears whatsoever. I laid my head back down.
