Letters

Chapter 2

“Fuck.” I said as soon as I opened my eyes. The annoying and loud sound of the alarm woke me up. I turned it off and with a groan put a pillow over my face. I let out a scream.

I was regretting everything. Starting from the point when I became friends with Frida five years ago, right up until yesterday. I regretted it all. I had made such horrible decisions in my life, but everything involving Frida was at the top of the list. I pitied myself for it, for clinging to her like that. I was so pathetic. I fell in love, love just like in books and with just a few words I ruined everything. I'm pretty sure she hated me too. But what has brought her back?

“Fuck!” I yelled, with the pillow still covering my face. No one heard probably, hopefully. No one should've. I took it off of my face and stared at the ceiling, rethinking all of my life decisions, especially the ones with Frida. I groaned. I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum like a little child, but I was a grown woman, a sane grown woman, so I couldn't. But sometimes a tantrum seems the only solution. I feel so stupid.

“I hate you Anni-Frid.” I covered my face with my hands and after a bit took them off. I looked at the clock, it was seven minutes past eight, and the sun had barely started to rise. My favorite coffee shop should be open in thirteen minutes. On Saturdays and Sundays, they opened later than on weekdays. On weekdays I always stopped by before work around half past six.

I turned my head toward the window, that was on the left side of my bed. I sat up and stretched a little. I sat there for a while and just looked at the dark shape of my desk, knowing the letter was on it. That's if the letter hadn't magically grown legs and left or if that whole thing had been just a bad dream. I sighed and got up, deciding to take a shower. It usually makes me forget stuff that troubles me.

I walked into my bathroom, turning on the light, and already turned the water on in the shower. The cold bathroom tiles felt like ice. I took my pajamas off, leaving them on the floor, and got in the shower. The hot water burned my cold skin for the first few seconds, but I got used to it quickly.

After spending quite some time in the shower and building up to a water bill that's gonna be the size of my whole paycheck, I got out. The apartment seemed colder than it was before. I wrapped a towel around myself and quickly walked to my bedroom to get clothes.

I glanced at the clock, which currently was stating that I spent nearly half an hour in the shower.

“I seriously will spend my whole paycheck on the water bill...” I mumbled.

I got some clothes and underwear and went back to the bathroom. I put my clothes on top of the washing machine. The bathroom was really warm, compared to the rest of the apartment. I dried myself and my hair a little and tied the towel back around my body and blow-dried my hair. When it was half-dry I put some curls in my bangs, to style them, and continued drying my hair.

After drying my hair I quickly put on some mascara and got dressed. By now it was already a bit over seven. Then I proceeded to cover every meter and centimeter of my apartment looking for my car keys, which I ended up finding in my bag.

I put on my boots, coat, scarf, and hat. I wasn't going to risk getting a cold. Before leaving I checked if I had my wallet and locking the door after me, I left. The cold immediately made an impact on me, before I even was outside. I walked down the stairs and quickly to my car. The icy air stung my lungs and my face. It was very cold. I shivered, sitting down on the cold seat of the car. I started it and waited a bit for the motor to heat up. The coffee shop sadly wasn't far enough for the car to become warm during the drive to it.

I drove to the coffee shop, humming along to the melody of the song that played on the radio. It wasn't very far and took only a couple of minutes. I parked in the parking lot and got out. I started walking toward the entrance but stopped. I froze. I looked at the woman who looked exactly like Frida. It was Frida. My heart stopped. I just stood there. Looking at her. This had to mean that she lived close to me, or whoever she was living with did. I turned around and quickly walked to the car. I hoped she didn't spot me, but I didn't take my eyes off of her since I spotted her, and she didn't look back. When I finally was able to move I practically ran to my car and drove away.