Elizabeth sat on a bench on the docks in front of the Corinthos-Morgan Warehouse

Elizabeth sat on a bench on the docks in front of the Corinthos-Morgan Warehouse. How many times had she been by this place in the last year? How many times had she allowed herself to dream of the life that she really wanted? The life that she turned down.

If Elizabeth allowed herself to be honest, she knew that her dream had always lurked in her subconscious. Right behind the part of her that was loyal to Lucky. She figured that as long as she let her loyalty to Lucky reside in front of her loyalty to herself and Jason, then she would be fine. She would be more than fine. She would be Lucky's wife. Lucky's soul mate. Lucky's permanent lock. Lucky's cheerleader. She would be there to pick Lucky up whenever he fell down. Except that the more she resigned herself to a life at Lucky's side, the more she wanted the freedom that Jason offered her.

Lucky, Lucky, Lucky. It still came back to Lucky. Why did she choose Lucky? For just a moment, she had a chance to take what she wanted. Jason stood in the park, offering to make all of her dreams come true, but instead she chose to stand by Lucky. I don't want to be free, I want to be with Lucky. The words echoed in her head.

"Well, you have the chance to be with Lucky," she said to herself bitterly. The hot tears splashed down her face, ruining her perfect make up. "Stupid, stupid Elizabeth."

"If you want to be with Lucky so badly, why aren't you at that church? Huh?" she asked herself. "Why did you crawl out the bathroom window and run like hell to get away from that place?" She reached up to wipe the tears as they spilled out of her eyes. "Why are you here Elizabeth? Of any place you could have come, why did you
come here?"

She looked at the sign and her gaze lingered on his name. Morgan. "Why didn't you take his hand, Elizabeth?" The tears were falling too rapidly to stop them now, so she didn't try. Her gaze fell to the door and she pretended that she could just walk in and he'd be there, giving instructions. Or maybe sitting at his desk punching numbers into the calculator. Yes, that's what he was doing. She'd walk in those doors and he'd be there. He'd look up and smile at her, stop what he was doing to talk to her. He'd listen to her ramble nervously about why it was such a bad idea to get married in the first place. He'd wipe her tears away and wash all of this hideous make-up off her face. He'd tell her that he was glad that she had grown her hair long again, that he'd hated it short. And then he'd tell her that she needed to do what was best for her. Good ole Jason, always concerned about her best interests. Always wanting what was best for her. He'd offered her his heart in the palm of his hand and she squashed it without a second thought.

"Why?" she sobbed.

Elizabeth looked down at her Chloe Morgan original and suddenly wanted to crawl out of her own skin. This wasn't her. This was some distorted version of the girl that she used to be. Not the woman that she had buried for Lucky. The woman that she could be with Jason. She reached up and wiped her tears away one last time, silently vowing that she
wouldn't cry anymore tears for him.

"He left," she whispered to herself. "He moved on, without you. Now, you have to move on without him. You have to live with the life that you choose for yourself. You can't have Jason. You want Lucky, remember?"

She laughed bitterly as the reality of the situation set in. ...I want to be with Lucky. "Stupid Elizabeth. Jason was only doing what you told him you wanted. You told him to stay away; you told him that he was someone you didn't even know. You hurt him, Elizabeth. You told him that you didn't want to be free. He only gave you what you said you wanted."

"I want you, Jason," her tortured soul whispered. "I want you."

Elizabeth stood and smoothed her hands over the wrinkles in her dress. She took one last look at the warehouse and then turned the other way; the way that would lead her back to the Mt. Hebron Church. She could probably crawl back in the window before Lucky even realized she was gone.

"You made your bed, Elizabeth. Now you have to lay in it. With Lucky."

She took one shaky step away from the bench, in the direction of the church, before she wheeled around and ran full-force towards the coffee warehouse. Throwing open the door, she looked for the nearest worker. His eyes were wide as he took in this mad-woman in her wedding gown.

"A phone?" she demanded. "I need a phone!"

"I'm sorry miss but-" he started.

"You're sorry? Give me a damn phone!" she cut him off. "I need a phone."

"The phones are for business use only, miss," the foreman tried again.

"Your boss would let me use the phone," she said through clenched teeth. If threatening this man with Sonny and Jason would get his cooperation, she would do it gladly.

"My boss?" he stuttered. Surely this small, crazed young lady in front of him would not know either of his bosses.

"Mr. Corinthos and Mr. Morgan. I know both of them, in fact, I'm calling one of them." She turned, put her hands on her hips and stared him down. "Now, are you going to let me use the phone?"

The foreman moved away from the desk, away from the phone. "Be my guest, Miss?"

"That's none of your business," she snapped. She cradled the phone between her shoulder and her ear and desperately tried to remember the number Jason drilled into her head. The number that he made her promise to remember, just in case something bad happened. When the number came to her, she dialed quickly.

After four rings she was about to give up and take it as a sign. Maybe God was punishing her for the choice that she made.

"Corinthos," he snapped into the receiver.

"Sonny!?" she whispered.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" alarm filled his voice. If she was hurt, Jason would never forgive him.

"Sonny, it's me. I need you to send someone for me. I need to see you Sonny." Her mind raced with possibilities. Would he tell her no? Would he help her?

"Elizabeth, what's wrong? Aren't you supposed to be getting married?" he asked, carefully.

"I couldn't do it," she whispered into the phone. "I couldn't do it." She stopped when she felt the tears start to well in her eyes again. Taking a moment, she composed herself.
She would not cry anymore. "Sonny, you once told me that if I needed anything, that you would help me. I need help Sonny. Will you send someone for me?"

She sounded so tortured, he thought. How could he tell her no? "Where are you Elizabeth?" he asked.

Relief flooded through her as she heard him say the words. He was going to help her. "Your coffee warehouse," she laughed into the phone. "I'm at the Corinthos-Morgan Warehouse."

"Stay right there, I'll have a driver there in a few minutes."


"Thank you Sonny," she said to herself, because he'd already hung up.