A/N: Hey everyone! This idea came to me, and I've been meaning to publish an Elavan multi-chap because Liz and Avan are just so dang cute! Here's the prologue. I'd appreciate reviews letting me know if I should continue or not. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Pain.

It's the feeling you get when you know some things in life will just never be perfect. What you expect them to be. It's an uncontrollable longing, desire. That love and lust that you have for that one person…who you know will never again be yours.

What gives this simple four letter word its complex meaning is the actions that cause it. Watching someone else make the one you love happy is purely lethal to you. You feel a deeper sense of torment and anguish with the more open they are in their newfound relationship. It eats away at your every being. And there's nothing you can do about it.

They say that if you love something, you should let it go with the hope of it coming back to you and being yours forever. However, there are times when that thing you love just never returns. You're supposed to be able to let it go…but you can't.

Hopelessness takes over your thoughts. You feel constricted, as if shackles are bound to your arms and legs, holding you to your deep sorrow and grief that you cannot escape. And it's not self-pity, as some may say. Those who would classify it as such are truly heartless. They don't understand your inner discomfort. But there's the key word. Inner.

Nobody understands what has you conflicted on the inside. Besides maybe the one friend you have put your complete trust into. Of course, initially you expressed your agony publicly, but it's far too late to continue to dwell on what is ailing you. You really want to give up, but you can't, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you are over them.

You put on a smile and try to shrug it off. Pretend that you are happy for them. But you can't shake that caustic desire for them. You're too lost in love to turn back to feeling nothing.

You thought you would have them forever. You were a match made in heaven. They promised…

But promises are broken. And that promise…it hurts you every time you think about it. It drives you even further to forget and move on, but there go the shackles, once again restricting your every movement.

They're irresistible. The way they used to flirt with you would make you giddy. And when you find yourself reflecting openly, you begin to become wistful, slipping into a pitifully foolish nostalgia, which makes you seem ridiculous to others around you.

You went from lovers to…practically nothing. Well, in your eyes at least. You avoid them at all possible costs. Once inseparable, it now feels wrong. But you can only do so much to distance yourself. Seeing them is inevitable. You interact with them all the time, without having a choice. They talk to you like you're their best friend, and you act accordingly, but deep within, you feel like the world has turned against you.

They told you that they only want what's best for you. That's their reason for leaving you behind. If they really wanted what was best for you, they would have stuck by your side, and not walked out for somebody else.

Every time you look at them, you can barely comprehend the words that they are speaking to you. You focus deeply into those eyes, which once held passion and emotion for you. You watch as they run their hand through their flawless hair, which you wish you could tangle your fingers into again. You observe as their sculpted jawline moves with each word uttered, recalling the kisses you have placed along it. You gaze at their lips, that mouth that yours knew every contour of, watching as they explain the latest story of how great their new pride and joy is.

Sure, you asked about how their relationship is going. But it was only to be nice and cover up your true feelings. And you wouldn't have had the courage to do so if your best friend hadn't been right by your side.

You nod and smile as they explain, expressing your pseudo-happiness.

They're alluring. You want to reach out and kiss them. For real. With true meaning. But you know that you can't.

At last, they turn and walk away to talk to another friend who has posed a new question about a different, irrelevant topic. You are now left alone with your best friend who shoots you a knowing look, squeezes your arm, and pulls you away to save you from more angsty feelings bubbling up and overflowing.

You feel a bit relieved thanks to your best friend's kind and comforting words of wisdom that they express to you. But then the whole ordeal repeats itself time and time again.

Day in, day out, nothing changes. You continue to feel empty, lacking that thing that you want more than anything.

In the way that "pain" is a simple four letter word that has a deep and hidden meaning, the same can be said to describe "love".

I know I should give up on Avan. But the love that I have for him is too much. And I will never forget when I was his. His Liz.