Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
The late evening light poured through the living room windows. Y/N sat on the couch, a guitar resting against her knee, her fingers idly strumming chords that didn't seem to form any particular melody. She had been like this for since the party—distracted, restless, lost in her own thoughts.
Eiza stood in the doorway, quietly observing her wife. The usually vibrant Y/N had been replaced with someone distant and preoccupied, her smiles fewer and her laughter forced. Eiza had tried giving her space, assuming it was the pressure of work or a creative block, but after almost a month of seeing her like this, she couldn't ignore it anymore.
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She stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "Mi amor, can we talk?"
Y/N looked up, startled out of her thoughts. "Of course," she said, setting the guitar aside. "What's on your mind?"
Eiza sank into the armchair across from her, her dark eyes searching Y/N's face. "That's the question I wanted to ask you," she said gently. "What's on your mind? You've been... different. Distant. And I'm worried about you."
Y/N forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to ease her. "I'm fine, love. Just a lot on my plate lately, that's all."
But Eiza wasn't convinced. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied her wife. "I know you, Y/N. I know when something's weighing on you. You've been carrying this... shadow ever since the party. Please, tell me what's going on. We've always been honest with each other."
Y/N's heart sank. Eiza's tone wasn't accusatory; it was full of concern, and that made it even harder. She didn't deserve this—didn't deserve Eiza's unwavering trust when her own mind had been a battlefield ever since she'd walked out of that party. Ever since Elizabeth.
"I don't want you to worry," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... complicated."
Eiza tilted her head, her expression softening. "Complicated how? I don't need you to have all the answers, Y/N. I just need you to let me in. We've always faced things together, no matter what. This should be no different."
Y/N looked down at her hands, her thumb nervously tracing the edge of her wedding ring. Should she tell Eiza the truth? Could she? The kiss with Elizabeth was something she hadn't even fully processed herself, let alone the storm of emotions it had unleashed. But she knew one thing for certain—Her loving wife deserved better than secrets.
"I..." Y/N began, her throat tightening. She met Eiza's eyes, seeing the love and concern there, and it made the weight in her chest even heavier. "There's something I've been struggling with. And I don't know how to say it."
Eiza reached out, placing her hand over Y/N's. Her touch was warm, soothing. "Then say it however you can. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. You know that."
Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This was the moment of truth—whether to let her past bleed into her present or bury it all for the sake of her marriage. The words hovered on the edge of her tongue, waiting to be set free.
