Honeymoon [HS/LDR AU] !ON HOLD!

Chapter 3

How was one to know when enough was enough?

When enough pain was brought upon enough sufferers?

When enough ties were cut, destroying any possibility for long lost lovers to ever cross each other's paths again?

Maybe the reason for Elizabeth's misfortune in the latter question's case was the simple existence of one unforeseeable, and thus unpredictable- but still questionable thing: death. She would think she'd lost her mind, but she'd already lost everything that was at stake for her. So, therefore she could act as crazy as she'd find pleasure acting in- the limit was long before reached.

What if Harry never came back because fate wanted him dead?

Because as much as she dreaded even giving that question just as much as a simple thought, she found herself thinking that it's not too far from what could've happened in reality- what, if not yet, still could happen.

She never told authorities she'd caught him cheating on her- using her best friend's presence as part of the Chateau Marmont staff to his advantage. She loved him too much to do so. Elizabeth knew LA rumours had big teeth. She didn't want him to get bitten by them.

Especially not when there was crime she knew about in the mix. She'd tried to make herself believe that the only reason for Harry to leave her the day she'd caught him cheating was because she wasn't enough, but in the end she'd known better than that.

Sure, he'd been nice before it happened.

Sure, he'd sworn to love her eternally just two days prior.

Sure, all of that was true.

But she knew from the beginning of her 20th birthday that he'd been a big part of a drug-dealing-company that had been in the middle of expanding for world-wide businesses.

She knew that at only 19, her peers have been happy to say they didn't have anything to worry about except for the money they had to gather for the booze, the parties and the clubs. Some already have been into drugs early, so that was one more thing they had to worry about, in that sense. But people like that were trouble, that she'd known, and therefore made efforts to keep her distance from them.

But that had been until Harry.

Because Harry had been one of her peers, he'd done drugs, too. But the issue of grandeur was that he actually had bigger things to worry about than the parties, and the clubs, and the booze, and the drugs, obviously. He had been dealing with the loss of Laine.

Laine had been his girlfriend, and as Elizabeth found out, she died as a result of suicide.

Harry hadn't been the nicest to people after Laine's death.

Not even to Elizabeth.

And Elizabeth had been a jealous girl. She'd known being jealous of a corpse had been stupid, but the hold the corpse had on Harry had been crazy.

And that Harry hadn't been decent toward Elizabeth devastated her, because Harry had known Elizabeth, too, for quite some time before the unfortunate happenstance took place.

Of course, Elizabeth had done everything in her power to help him back up, ranging from offering him the cash she'd spent her entire free time on making in the bar downtown, where all the perverted, married, old men were at, so he had been able to get his hands on just enough of his favourite drug, crystal meth, to numb his senses and feel better.