Honeymoon [HS/LDR AU] !ON HOLD!

Chapter 1

A.n.: Not going to type out too much, but I won't leave unsaid that I chose descriptive writing for this particular book I'm writing- meaning smell, hearing, touch, and taste you'll (hopefully) find to be things of grand importance.

Little note on the side concerning my characters: I usually have no problem (and no control) over the way you chose to imagine my characters, but I do admit that with this book, it will prove rather difficult to imagine certain features on some of them while I describe them using the complete opposite of what you're wanting to picture.

So, do with that information what you will.

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Elizabeth has had crazy-high expectations regarding her school life. Elizabeth has had crazy-high expectations regarding her adult life. And Elizabeth has had crazy high expectations regarding her love life.

Two of the former, she couldn't accomplish for the life of her. The latter- that was a story of it's own.

Her old, dusty desktop-computer sat on the already 10-years-prior-to-her-birth-rusted-table in the small space of what used to be her parents' living room that possesses no door. Elizabeth thought that its screen was brighter than hell. Her eyes have already had been in need of glasses since she turned 16, but Elizabeth couldn't for the life of her pay her own bills, so you'd better not asked her to get glasses.

Because she couldn't afford them.

And it was not like they'd been that necessary, Elizabeth thought to herself.

Heck, she barely had been able to afford the ever-growing prices for weekly groceries. But she'd kept quiet about that. After all, no one liked to talk about those issues if they haven't had experienced them in their own life.

On their own.

And so as time had gone by, and Elizabeth had almost had finished her essay she most likely wouldn't accomplish anything in particular with, for the university she most likely wouldn't even graduate from, seeing as she had dyslexia for as long as she could remember, she couldn't keep her yearning from taking another look, another look in 11 months at her, as she classified them now, old honeymoon pictures.

When "old" had been Chateau Marmont.

When "old" had been them.

When "old" had been him.

And she let one single drop of salty body-water spill from her right eye socket, as she traced the B&W filter-clad picture of her and her long-lost-lover that had left her roughly 1 year ago, leaving her empty-handed and empty-hearted.

No letters were sent in her favour.

No text-messages were sent in her favour.

No visits were made in her favour.

And she felt like she had felt that very day all over again. She felt fragile, a little more worthless than the rest of the year, and lonely. But she was glad to have been able to say that she hadn't relapsed in a long time- a mere 11 months ago being the last time it'd happened- if today wouldn't have happened.

She remembered that day as if it'd been yesterday. I'd been their first day after their arrival in Los Angeles with his Land-Rover and she'd let him stay in their large, warm, and cheerful hotel room because she loved him.

She'd let him stay in their large, warm, and cheerful hotel room, that glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense chandelier hanging above their spacey hotel room.

She'd let him stay and rest, because he wanted to stay and rest. After all, it'd been 9 in the morning, right? So yes, she'd let him stay and rest.

After all, they'd put a long trip behind them just the day before.

So she'd let him stay and rest- in vain.

It was all in vain, because she'd came back holding her head up and her mind free, as she came back with the much-needed takeaway food she knew he liked by heart. And much to her dismay, their hotel-room-door hadn't been made purely out of wooden material, because if it had, she would've had it in her to think past the noises she'd heard emerging from the other side of their hotel-room-door. And maybe the sight of her best friend of nine years, sitting on her husband's lap doing things she would love to forget, wouldn't have been engrained as deep into her clouded mind as it is 'til this very day.

And so it was all in vain.

And so she felt like it wasn't as necessary to enter the room she'd once thought would be engrained in her mind because of the joyful happenstances she'd end up having with her then-lover. It was all in vain, because she'd ringed the door bell, set the food on the neatly-folded carpet that had been her favourite color, prior to what she saw taking place behind the hotel-room-door that carpet had been assigned to. So it was all in vain because when he finally gathered himself to open the door, he'd seen her leave as fast as she came, but made no effort to catch up with her ever-growing pace.

She'd spent the rest of that eventful day by the sea shore near Chateau Marmont. She'd hoped he would've followed her, attempted to explain himself. But it was all in vain. She spent hours and hours and hours there, until she couldn't stay a coward anymore and decided to head back, talk it out, and if he'd loved her enough, move on.

But it was all in vain, because when she'd finally come back, he was gone, leaving only his smell mixed with hers behind.

It was all in vain, because she'd realised, she had let him go- but as long as he'd wanted to, she would've let him leave her forever- if that'd been what he wanted.

And it was all in vain.

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A.n.: This chapter serves the purpose of an interlude, and it was intentional for it to be this short. Hope you still got the idea behind it.

- Riley