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

Chapter 11: 2018 - Elizabeth's Perspective

Chapter 11: 2018 – Elizabeth's Perspective

Setting: The Beach House & Elizabeth’s Apartment, Los Angeles

The waves crashed against the shore outside the beach house, their steady rhythm a cruel reminder of the life Elizabeth had let slip through her fingers. This place had been her sanctuary, her dream—their dream. She and Y/N had painted futures on these walls, envisioning children’s laughter echoing through the halls and quiet nights spent watching sunsets together. Now, the house felt hollow, a mausoleum for a life she had abandoned.

Elizabeth stood by the window, the salty air brushing her face as she tried to find solace in the ocean’s vastness. It had been months since the divorce was finalized. She had thought separating would bring her clarity or relief, but instead, it left her restless, her thoughts fractured. The sound of the waves, once soothing, now felt accusatory.

She had been the one to leave. Y/N had wanted a future built on stability, family, and love. Elizabeth had wanted those things too—or so she believed. But when faced with the reality of building that life, fear crept in like a storm on the horizon.

The IVF treatments had terrified her. The idea of parenting felt suffocating, the commitment too absolute. Y/N had dreamed of a grounded life, but Elizabeth couldn’t silence the call of her career. She had told herself it wasn’t the right time—that she wasn’t ready. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t the timing; it was her. The truth that haunted her was this: she had let her fears win.

And then there was Robbie.

Their connection began innocently. On set, between takes, they bonded over late-night conversations, shared frustrations about the industry, and moments of mutual admiration. Robbie had admired Y/N’s music, which endeared him to Elizabeth initially. He spoke about Y/N with the same admiration Elizabeth once did, and for a time, that made her feel closer to her ex. But slowly, the lines blurred.

It happened one night after filming ran late. The air between them shifted, heavy with unspoken tension. When Robbie kissed her, it wasn’t fiery or impulsive. It was soft and cautious, filled with hesitation.

Elizabeth pulled away, heart pounding with guilt and confusion. “I can’t…” Her voice cracked. “I’m married.”

Robbie had taken a step back, his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “It’s not you. It’s me. I’m still married… but not really. The divorce is almost finalized.”

Despite her words, she still felt tethered to Y/N in ways she couldn’t explain. Even as she signed the divorce papers, a part of her heart resisted letting go.

Robbie didn’t push. He stayed, offering quiet support without demands. He became her confidant, someone to turn to when the loneliness felt unbearable. He never tried to replace Y/N, and maybe that was why Elizabeth let him stay.

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Later: Los Angeles, Robbie’s Apartment

Elizabeth sat on Robbie’s couch, staring at her untouched glass of wine. Outside, the city lights glittered, casting long shadows in the room.

Robbie joined her, his gaze steady. “You’ve been quiet all night. What’s on your mind?”

She looked down at her hands, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “My dad called. He found a buyer for the beach house.”

Robbie’s expression softened. “That’s good, isn’t it? You’ve been wanting closure.”

Elizabeth shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not closure. Selling it feels like losing her all over again.”