Hi! Uh. Another update. Just a reminder that this fic is a series of oneshots, which means that all the chapters are not related to each other.
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(Agnetha's POV)
Here I am, standing, just staring at her for god knows how long now. I don't know how to start. I don't know where to get some source of courage to at least speak her name out. My hands are shaking and my knees are trembling. I'm doing my best not to cry. More than a year has passed since we last talked. I went to her, just to try to make things better. Even though it seems impossible.
A year ago....
I'd never thought I'd do this again. Cry. Curse. Pack my stuff and run away 'cause I couldn't take it anymore. I believed that night when I was still with Björn would be the last. But it wasn't.
Catching my breath as I sobbed, I ran to Frida and I's bedroom. We were exploding, again. But I just snapped. I immediately opened my closet and began to stuff the huge bag I was carrying with any clothes I could grab.
"Agnetha..." Frida softly said, her mascara all smudged under her eyes, leaning against the bedroom door.
"What do you want now?" I answered, quickly removing my gaze from her.
"Please, don't leave me," she pleaded, "let's fix this."
I sighed heavily.
The truth was we've been ignoring each other for many weeks. Well, not really "ignore" 'cause we were living together as partners. But lately, every moment we were near each other, we did our best to keep silent, and every time we conversed, we always wanted to end it as quickly as possible, just to avoid having another fight.
"It's too late now, Frida." I responded, my voice cracking as I continued to pack my things.
"No, Anna.. please. Why? Where did I go wrong? I---I don't get it. Tell me, please.."
I tried my best to keep calm, but I just couldn't. "I'm tired Frida! I'm sick of this! You've been acting as if my life was all yours! What am I to you?! A puppet you could just control?!" I huffed.
"Every step that I take, and every decision that I make, it had to be done with your approval. It kills me, Frida!"
Her sobs got louder, and her eyes closed in pain for some seconds. She walked towards me and knelt down so we were on the same level.
"Baby, I'm sorry.. I just want to protect you.. I just want everything that I think is best for you. I love you Agnetha. Please understand." Frida explained, and held my arm. At the same moment I was done packing so I zipped my bag, and moved her hand away.
I rushed my way down the stairs with Frida still chasing after me.
"Agnetha. Let's sort this out. Please stay with me. I promise you, I'll change. I'll now let you do whatever you want. Just please don't leave.. I love you."
I pretended not to hear her as I took my car keys by the living room, constantly raising a hand on my cheeks to wipe the falling tears away.
