Golden Stars / Scarlett Johansson

Chapter 47: Longing in Silence

Y/N groaned loudly, tossing her book onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. It had been six days since the incident at the mall with Scarlett, and the silence was suffocating. Tomorrow was the Halloween party at Chris' place, but Y/N wasn't in the mood for parties—or anything, for that matter. 

Scarlett hadn't replied to any of her messages, and it was driving Y/N crazy. She lay sprawled across her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind swirling with what-ifs and regrets. Maybe she had pushed too hard after the shopping incident. Maybe Scarlett wasn't interested in her after all. The silence felt like confirmation of her worst fears.

Her phone rang suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts. It was Calie.

"Hey, has Scarlett replied yet?" Calie's voice was a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"No," Y/N muttered, staring at the ceiling. "Not a word."

"Well, maybe she's been busy? You know how crazy her schedule is," Calie offered, trying to stay optimistic.

Y/N sat up and rolled her eyes, not in the mood for Calie's attempts to cheer her up. "I don't think that's it. She's been ignoring me, Calie. I don't think she cares about me the way I care about her."

"That's not true, Y/N, and you know it. She might just need some space. The whole public figure thing, remember?"

Y/N exhaled heavily, not wanting to hear any more. "I'm busy, Calie. I don't want to go to the party, and I'm tired of talking about this."

"Y/N—" 

Before Calie could say anything else, Y/N hung up, tossing the phone onto her bed with more force than necessary. Her book and phone landed with a soft thud on the blankets as she flopped back against her pillows, her mind still spinning. 

As if sensing her distress, Cebrus jumped up onto the bed, pressing his warm body against hers. He nestled into her side, his head resting on her chest, offering silent comfort. Y/N smiled weakly and ran her hand through his fur, her heart aching. 

"I don't know what I did wrong," she whispered to Cebrus, her voice cracking slightly. "I mean, we're not even officially together, right? But it still hurts. I've got no right to be mad, no right to want more from her."

Cebrus whined softly, his dark eyes blinking up at her, as if he understood every word.

"She's Scarlett Johansson, for crying out loud," Y/N continued, her fingers absentmindedly scratching behind Cebrus' ears. "Why would she want someone like me when she could have anyone? I'm just... me."

Y/N's mind drifted to her father's words—the same ones that always seemed to echo in her head during moments like this. 'Don't get your hopes up. People will leave you, it's just a matter of time.'

With a heavy sigh, Y/N slid out from under Cebrus' weight, determined to distract herself. She padded over to her desk and grabbed her laptop. She didn't want to admit what she was about to do, not even to herself, but she needed comfort, and this was the only way she knew how.

She returned to her bed, settling in with the laptop propped up beside her and Cebrus lying next to her again, his head resting on her legs. With a few quick clicks, she pulled up a movie. Not just any movie—one of Scarlett's. 

"Lost in Translation." She figured watching Scarlett in one of her more iconic roles would at least put her in a better mood, even if just for a couple of hours.

As the movie began, Y/N allowed herself to get lost in the opening scene. Scarlett's character, Charlotte, appeared on the screen, wandering aimlessly through Tokyo, her expression contemplative and distant. The loneliness on Charlotte's face resonated with Y/N in ways that hit far too close to home.

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes tracing Scarlett's every movement on the screen. There was something about watching her like this, as if Scarlett's presence—even through a movie—could soothe the ache in her chest.

Soon, one of her favorite scenes appeared. Charlotte and Bob, played by Bill Murray, were sitting in a hotel bar, exchanging small talk. The chemistry between them was palpable but understated. Y/N mouthed along with the lines, her heart warming as she remembered why she loved this movie so much.

> Charlotte: "Does it get easier?"

> Bob: "No. Yes. It gets easier."

> Charlotte: "Oh yeah? Look at you."

> Bob: "Thanks."

> Charlotte: "The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."

Y/N sighed wistfully as Scarlett's voice filled the room. The scene between Charlotte and Bob was raw, filled with the kind of connection that Y/N longed for. She wondered if she and Scarlett would ever have a moment like that—just the two of them, lost in conversation, sharing pieces of themselves without any walls between them.

As the movie continued, Y/N found herself dozing off, the combination of Scarlett's soothing voice and the warmth of Cebrus lulling her into a relaxed state. But even in her half-asleep state, her thoughts kept drifting back to Scarlett.

Why hasn't she called? What did I do wrong?

But soon, the questions faded as Y/N fell deeper into sleep, the soft glow of the laptop illuminating her face, Scarlett's voice still whispering from the screen.

> Bob: "Let's never come here again because it would never be as much fun."

> Charlotte: "Whatever you say."

Y/N smiled in her sleep, her dreams filled with thoughts of Scarlett, both on and off the screen, her heart longing for a connection she wasn't sure she'd ever have again.

And as the movie played on, the room fell into a peaceful silence, with Cebrus snuggled up beside her and Scarlett's voice still echoing in the background—bringing a small measure of comfort to Y/N's otherwise aching heart.