When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 8 : The Break (2017)

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Chapter 8: The Break (2017)

The sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow in Y/N and Elizabeth's shared home. It was a beautiful morning in Los Angeles, yet the air felt thick with unspoken tension. Y/N sat at the breakfast table, stirring her coffee absentmindedly while Elizabeth stood by the sink, washing the dishes in silence. They had fallen into a routine, but lately, something felt off.

“Liz, can we talk?” Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice hesitant but firm. She sensed that something significant was brewing beneath the surface.

Elizabeth paused, her hands still in the water, and turned slowly to face her. “Is this about last night? Because I really think we should let it go.”

“No, it’s more than that,” Y/N replied, frustration creeping into her tone. “We need to talk about our future… about kids.”

A pained expression crossed Elizabeth's face. She set the dish down gently, wiping her hands on the towel before meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Y/N, we’ve discussed this before. I’m just not ready to settle down, especially not now with my career taking off. You know how busy I am with Marvel.”

Y/N’s heart sank. “I know, but I thought we were on the same page. I thought we both wanted a family someday.”

“Of course I want a family… just, not right now,” Elizabeth replied, her voice trembling slightly. She stepped toward Y/N but kept a distance, as though unsure whether to reach out. “Things are happening for me, and I can’t be tied down. You know that.”

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. “I get it. You’ve got your career, and I’m proud of you. But what about us? What about what we want?”

Elizabeth’s eyes softened. “I’m not saying I don’t care about us, Y/N. I’m just saying… right now, I can’t give you the future you’re asking for. I need to focus on myself for a little while longer.”

Feeling the distance between them widening, Y/N decided to shift the conversation. “So, what’s the plan for this week? More meetings in LA for the new Marvel movie?”

Elizabeth nodded, visibly relieved for the change in topic. “Yeah, I’ll be flying out again tomorrow. You know how these things go—long hours, lots of pressure. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Just make sure to call when you land,” Y/N replied, trying to mask her disappointment. The emptiness settled in her chest again as they both returned to their respective tasks, a silence hanging between them like an unspoken truth.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself immersed in her soccer training, channeling her emotions into the sport. She threw herself into practice, determined to prove her worth on the field. But each time she scored a goal, a small part of her felt hollow without Elizabeth by her side to celebrate. It wasn’t just about the victories—it was about sharing those moments with the person she loved.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was deep into her work, attending meetings and rehearsing for her next role. She felt exhilarated by the opportunities but haunted by the lingering doubts about her relationship. After a long day of filming, she confided in her friend Natalie during a late-night dinner. “I’m just so torn. I love Y/N, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m sacrificing my dreams.”

Natalie looked at her with sympathy, her voice soft but direct. “Liz, you can’t ignore your feelings. If you want to have a family someday, you need to be honest with yourself and with her. You both deserve happiness.”

Elizabeth looked down at her plate, pushing the food around absentmindedly. “I know, but how do I even begin to have that conversation? And what if she decides she can’t wait for me?”