When Dreams Collide: The Story of Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen

Chapter 44: Moving 0ut

Chapter 44: Moving out

The sound of packing tape tearing filled the air, its harsh sound contrasting the heavy silence that had fallen over the home. Y/N stood in the living room, surrounded by half-packed boxes, her hands trembling slightly as she taped the final box shut. The room, once filled with life and memories, now felt hollow, as if the walls themselves understood what was happening.

Y/N let out a sigh, wiping a hand across her forehead. The move had taken days, but the emotional toll felt like it had been building for months. Every object she placed in a box told a story—a picture frame of her and Dua during their happier days, a book that Elizabeth had recommended and gifted, still unread. The memories swirled aund her like a fog, making it hard to see clearly.

Elizabeth had offered to help with the move, but Y/N had politely declined. She wasn’t ready to have her there, not yet. Not while she was still processing everything.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Dua stepped into the room. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale. She had been crying, but there was a quiet strength about her—a resignation that spoke louder than words.

Y/N paused, standing still, unsure of what to say. After all, what could be said in moments like these? This was the end of something significant, and yet there were no words that could truly capture the weight of it.

"You're almost done," Dua said softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah," Y/N replied, swallowing hard. "Just a few more boxes."

The silence between them was thick, laden with memories, with unsaid things. Y/N could feel the weight of Dua’s gaze on her as she picked up a small box, avoiding her eyes.

"I never thought it would come to this," Dua admitted, stepping forward slightly, her voice breaking the silence again. "But I guess... I always knew, deep down."

Y/N stopped what she was doing, her heart pounding. She had to say something, anything, but the words felt trapped in her throat.

"Dua," Y/N finally began, her voice shaky, "I never wanted it to end this way."

Dua smiled sadly, her eyes brimming with tears she had been trying to hold back. "I know. Neither did I."

There was another pause before Dua added, "But you love her, don’t you? Elizabeth."

Y/N’s breath hitched. She had tried to avoid facing the truth for so long, tried to hold on to what she had with Dua, but now that the question was out there, hanging in the air between them, there was no more room for denial.

"I..." Y/N stammered, then stopped. She sighed, lowering her gaze. "I think I do. I’m sorry."

Dua nodded slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line as she wiped away the lone tear that had finally escaped. "I knew the moment you met her that things would change."

Y/N felt a pang of guilt, but also relief. There had always been a tension, an unspoken truth that they had both danced around. Now, finally, they were facing it.

"I wish I could’ve been enough for you," Dua continued, her voice breaking slightly. "But I see now that Elizabeth... she was always going to be your number one."

Y/N’s heart ached at Dua’s words, the truth of them hitting hard. "You are enough, Dua," she whispered. "You always were. But... this just happened. It wasn’t something I planned."

"I know," Dua said, her voice softening. "I don’t blame you anymore. I’ve come to terms with it."

Y/N stepped closer to her, unsure if it was appropriate but feeling like she needed to bridge the distance between them. "I don’t want you to think I’m leaving because of something you did wrong. You were... you are, so important to me."

Dua looked up, her eyes filled with sadness but also with understanding. "I know that too. But it’s not about what I want anymore. It’s about what you need. And it’s clear that you need her."

Y/N nodded slowly, the weight of Dua’s acceptance settling over her like a blanket. "I’ll always care about you."

"I know," Dua whispered, her voice trembling as she wrapped her arms around herself. "But we both know it’s time. Time for us to move on."

Y/N watched as Dua turned her head toward the window, staring out into the evening sky. There was something about the way she held herself—still strong, but tired—that made Y/N’s chest tighten.

"I’m going to file for the divorce," Dua said quietly, as if speaking the words too loudly would make it harder. "I want you to be free, Y/N. I want us both to be free."

Y/N's heart clenched at the finality in her tone. She had expected this, but hearing it still hurt. "Are you sure?"

Dua turned to face her, a sad smile tugging at her lips. "Yes. I’ve thought about it. And... I think it's for the best. I can't keep pretending that things will go back to how they were. It's not fair to either of us."

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "Thank you, Dua. For everything. For understanding, even when I couldn’t."

Dua nodded, taking one last glance around the room. "I think it’s time I head out. This house... it’s full of memories. Maybe it’s time I make some new ones."

Y/N watched as Dua turned and walked toward the door, her footsteps slow and deliberate. She paused in the doorway, turning back to face Y/N one last time.

"Goodbye, Y/N," she said softly. "I hope... I hope you find what you’re looking for."

Y/N’s throat tightened as she watched her leave, the door closing softly behind her. For a moment, all Y/N could do was stand in the empty space, the silence echoing around her.

And then, for the first time in what felt like months, Y/N allowed herself to exhale. It was over. A chapter had ended.

But somewhere, deep down, she knew that something new was just beginning. Something with Elizabeth.