"Frida, baby, open up. Please." Agnetha pleaded, her eyes wet with tears.
It was almost evening, and Frida hadn't come out of their bedroom yet for the whole day, not even once. The morning on that same day, Agnetha woke up first before her and went downstairs to prepare their breakfast. When Agnetha had finished, Frida still hadn't gone down, so she went back to their bedroom to call her, only to find out that the door was already locked from the inside. She thought it best not to forcibly open it for her lover's sake, yet she was absolutely scared of what could happen.
"No. Agnetha, please just go away."
In fact, something seemed to be wrong with Frida for the past few days. She was out of focus. Always on the verge of tears. She didn't talk and react as much as she used to. It bothered Agnetha a lot, as Frida avoided to answer when she asked her why or what's wrong.
"Frida," Agnetha said as she knelt down in front of the bedroom door, "please let me help you, I'm here. I love you, baby. You can tell me everything."
She never expected that Frida would try to isolate herself.
"There's no point, you don't love me at all. You never did!" Frida replied, yelling as she was sobbing.
Agnetha closed her eyes in pain as she heard her, and at the same moment, she realized what was happening. Frida was trapped in her own mind again. It definitely wasn't the first time it happened throughout their relationship, but so far, it was the worst one.
"Shhhh... baby, it's alright, it's alright. Let me in. It'll be okay." The blonde pleaded again, doing her best to show that she understood her.
"Please stop," Frida rejected, "just leave me alone."
"I can't leave you. I can't." Agnetha firmly said.
After a few seconds of silence, Frida had finally opened the door. The younger woman quickly entered the room, her heart shattering at the sight of the redhead, who was sitting at a corner with her arms on her knees, burying her face.
She slowly walked towards the older woman, and sat down right beside her.
"Frida, baby, what are you thinking?" Agnetha softly asked.
Frida in return lifted her face up, and shook her head as some tears continued to spill out of her eyes. The blonde painfully sighed and stood back up, reaching for the redhead's hands.
"Come on, you have to rest." She helped Frida get up on her feet and together, they laid down on the bed.
Agnetha made the other woman lay her head on her shoulder, while her hand stroked her red hair. They both stayed quiet for a while, and only breaths could be heard, until Frida finally spoke up.
"Baby, I'm.. I'm scared." She began to sob again.
"Of what? Shhh.. Stop crying. I'm here." Agnetha said, now kissing the older woman's head while continuing to stroke her hair.
"What if I'm not really good enough, as a singer and as your girlfriend? What if all of this isn't real? What if you secretly hate me? What if you really don't love me at all? What if you leave---"
"Shhhh.." Agnetha interrupted her. "Anni-Frid, you're good enough, just the way you are."
"This is all real. Crazy, we may be fighting sometimes, but I can't resist you. You are a beautiful, wise, and brave woman, and I love you. All of you." Agnetha resumed on kissing Frida's head afterwards.
The redhead teared up again, but because of the blonde's words making her soft this time. She entangled her arms around Agnetha's body, just like a little kid, seeking comfort.
"Baby, I can't promise that I won't leave, because nothing is ever sure, but I will do my best to prove you that I'll be with you until the end." The blonde added.
Frida moved up and kissed her on the lips. "Are you practicing your wedding vows?"
Agnetha chuckled and cupped the redhead's face. "Well yeah, who knows, right?" She put her lips against her forehead. She loved doing that.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm being a burden to you, I should be the one taking care of--" The blonde interrupted Frida again by kissing her.
"No, we're together, so we are supposed to get through anything together. And hey, just because I'm five years younger doesn't mean I couldn't take care of you!" Agnetha said, pretending to be mad with a frown, and taking it back with a grin.
Both of the women laughed. "Thank you, baby. Now, since it's late, I'll set up the bath tub so we could bathe together, is that okay?" Frida responded, now wiping her tears away and sniffing a bit.
Agnetha nodded, smiling. "I'd very much love to, but aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet!"
"Don't worry baby, I'm still good. Let's just cook after."
As Frida walked towards their bathroom, she couldn't help but to think how lucky she was to have an angel in her life, who chases her demons away and guards her.
She looked back at Agnetha, and stared at her angelic face for a while.
I love you so much, and I can't ever lose you, she thought to herself.
