Beynika Oneshots

Stuck

Beyonce Knowles

Today, as I entered the building, my heart felt burdened. After ten years of marriage, my wife had decided to divorce me. Our relationship had been filled with numerous challenges, with the primary issue being her inability to conceive.

She could never move past this and refused to communicate with me about any other aspect of our lives.

In her mind, she believed that I didn't care for her or find her attractive because of her inability to conceive. Our relationship was marked by constant fighting rather than expressions of love, and it became exhausting. Eventually, she made the difficult decision to end our marriage.

I fought tirelessly for her, for our marriage. Unfortunately, my efforts were not enough to salvage our relationship, it seems.

I walked into the elevator seeing a couple of people already on there, I was dreading going up to the 5th floor, I didn't want to end what I had with my wife, but unfortunately it takes two to make it work.

"Which floor?" an older man asked me.

"Um, fifth floor please," I mumbled, and from his expression, I could tell he knew exactly what that floor meant.

I lowered my head and let out a sigh as the doors began to close, only to be stopped by someone entering at the last moment.

"Can you hold that for me, please?" I heard a familiar voice and my eyes snapped open to see Nicki, my soon-to-be ex-wife, rushing into the elevator. She looked stunning in her grey pencil skirt and white blouse, her hair styled in a high ponytail with gold accessories adorning her.

As she stepped onto the elevator, our eyes briefly met before she quickly averted her gaze. One by one, people exited the elevator until it stopped on the fourth floor. The same man who had recognized my destination turned around and addressed me.

"I know what goes on up there. Try to fix it. I made the same journey, and I regret it every single day of my life," he said with a slight grin before stepping off the elevator.

It was just me and Nicki. She tried avoiding my eye contact.

As the elevator jolted, the lights flickered and dimmed, plunging us into a tense silence. With a sense of unease, I made my way to the control panel, clicking the buttons in a futile attempt to restart the malfunctioning elevator.

The emergency button remained unresponsive, adding to the feeling of helplessness that filled the confined space.

"Fuck" I whispered.

Nicki tried to call 911, but her phone had no service. I checked mine, but it was the same story - no signal. We were stuck in the elevator, just hoping someone would come to fix it soon.

"This is just perfect," Nicki sighed, throwing her head back in exasperation. We both stood there in silence, unsure of what to do next in this unexpected situation.

"I think this is a sign" I finally spoke up.

"Beyonce, please don't" she groaned rolling her eyes.

"You really want to divorce me that bad?" I chuckled with a hint of angry in my voice. "What happened to for better or for worse?"