Honeymoon [HS/LDR AU] !ON HOLD!

Chapter 2

Hello, lovies. I've been thinking that since some of you love listening to music while reading, I shall deliver a little playlist. For Honeymoon, I envision the best music to be the album Honeymoon. But some of you are not really album, instead more like playlist people, and I've gotcha covered, too! Click on the link attached to my profile, it's a link tree that gives you the option to listen to the playlist I hand-customed for you on Apple Music, and the latter option is the same spiel for my Spotify users.

That's it for now, enjoy!

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Elizabeth slowly turned her face to the other side of her table.

Wait. The other side of the.. table. Hm.

So.. she fell asleep on her desk again?

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes to check her surroundings, as if she didn't know where she was at. Yep. Good old house her parents had abandoned her in so they could leave and pursue their life's dreams she somehow was never meant to be a part of. Nothing new. Maybe that was for the best.

She was used to it, though. She was used to everyone leaving. That's why she kept her distance from everyone at uni. Most of the people in the classes she took were friendly, sure, but exactly that is what makes people befriend each other. And Elizabeth didn't want that because she didn't want to get attached, and she didn't want to deal with loneliness all over again. And Elizabeth was tired of that.

So, Elizabeth slowly pushed herself up from the chair she sat in, and went on a cell phone hunt. She often went on a cell phone hunt because she often woke up in the middle of the night, given her irregular sleeping schedule and all. And she went on the cell phone hunt to hunt down her cell phone.

She ended up finding it near the kitchen stove, more precisely, on the aquamarine-blue color chipped wooden shelf that was hanging diagonally from the wall, and that didn't look like it should belong in a house at all. Then she grabbed her old $20 Nokia cell phone with her cold and somewhat shaky hand and looked at the clock.

3:29 am it said.

And she was tired of being alone. So she went to bed, wrapped the old but nice smelling bedsheet close to her body, and closed her eyes once more.

And she missed him, like every night.

She closed her eyes and dozed off.

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She woke up on time, at 6:00 in the morning. Her $20 Nokia's alarm clock was responsible for it. Classes at uni started at 8:00 am, and she had to take the bus to get there, which took her somewhere in between 25-30 minutes. So Elizabeth still had some time to get dressed and then have her breakfast. Because maybe, today she would feel less ill taking a meal to herself.

Elizabeth walked up the squeaky, wooden stairs of the house her parents left behind. She felt like they could break at any second, and as a result to that, her dying could be an option. So what? Nobody would care because everybody that used to care about her, left her behind.

But upstairs, there was the huge wardrobe that contained the clothes she had no choice but to wear. In a sense, it held emotional value to her- and that made her feel dumb, because who else would mourn over people who left them, making them feel like a nobody? Nobody but Elizabeth.