Enjoy! Ksksks
(Frida's POV)
I woke up, again, in the middle of the night. Sighing, I checked the time by looking at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost midnight.
For the past few days, my sleep was actually shallow. I always woke up from time to time, leaving me restless in the mornings.
I looked to my left, and softly patted the empty space. Agnetha. I missed her so much.
She was out for a week already, as she came back to Jönköping to spend some time with her parents, as well as Mona. That plan was in reality, abrupt. Why? We fought hard one night, cursing each other like there was no tomorrow. She didn't want to lose the argument, while I didn't want to let my pride down as I knew she was the wrong one. I was glad it didn't end with a break-up, just her saying that she needed some time away, and promising that she'd be back as soon as she possibly could.
The moment she went out of the door, I felt like almost dying, but I understood. We both needed time to cool down, to think straight. With an uncertain hope I knew and believed she would come back to me. Agnetha rarely broke her promises--I gripped onto that.
I freed myself from the blankets, and stood up from the bed. I was tearing up again. I quickly walked to the closet, and immediately took out her favorite shirt, and also one of her sweaters. I took off my own shirt and wore hers, and walked back to the bed, holding her sweater in my arms. As I laid down, I sniffed it, her soft vanilla scent so vivid. I closed my eyes, keeping the sweater close. That way, she was somehow there with me. I tried my best to stop myself from crying, but it ended up tiring me. Still sobbing a bit, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I woke up again, this time the sun shining bright through the windows. I yawned, and noticed that the sweater was still in my arms. I sat straight up, putting it close to my nose again, and also rubbing my cheek against it. "Good morning, love," I said in my head, it was another day of missing her. When will this end?
I put the sweater down and immediately went out of the bedroom. I should at least try to distract myself from thinking of her, though for the entire week she was gone, I always failed to.
My steps were slow and heavy as I made my way down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I got the coffee maker working, and didn't opt to make breakfast. I couldn't even eat properly, even the appetite was gone. My gaze went onto the framed pictures on our kitchen counter. I sighed as I saw a picture of her smile, her arms wrapped around me, her lips on my cheek. I forced myself to look away, just to avoid another breakdown.
The coffee was coincidentally ready, and as I was about to pour it on my cup, I heard a faint sound of our front door opening. I quickly put it down and walked in a slight rush towards the living room.
Agnetha was finally back.
She stood there, holding a bag in one hand. Her blonde hair was put up in a messy bun, but her eyes were seemingly longing. She was still beautiful. I ran up to her and hugged her tightly. "I missed you, baby. I missed you so bad," I told her with a shaky voice, as I was about to cry again.
"Frida, I missed you too. I love you," she said in return. "I'm sorry for being an immature girlfriend, love," she added, breaking away from our hug and cupping my face. She was crying a little. I wiped her tears with my thumb and leaned my forehead against hers. "It's okay, what matters is you're here now."
Agnetha put her bag down and I pulled her to the kitchen. I went back to pouring the coffee. She walked to me and hugged me from behind, her arms surrounding my waist.
"What did you do while I'm gone?" She suddenly asked, and hid her face on my shoulder afterwards.
"Nothing, I stayed in.. I cleaned the house, did some laundry, finished reading two entire books, cried because I missed you, stayed awake all night--"
"Shhhh," she cut me off. "I know, I know, you're even wearing my shirt..but, did you smoke cigarettes?" This time her tone was sort of stern. I was hesitant to answer, 'cause I did, and she might get triggered again. She always scolded me every time I smoked one.
"Baby?" She asked again, her tone still the same.
I gulped. "Yes.. Almost a packet, since you were gone." She didn't want lies.
I thought she was gonna get mad again, and for the love of God, arguing was the last thing I wanted that moment. "Please don't do it again," she said, turning me around to face her, pouting.
"Only if you don't leave me alone again..." I answered, making her frown. "I'm kidding."
She helped me prepare some food afterwards, and together we had our breakfast. Oh how I missed this. I was so afraid things like that wouldn't happen again, but there we were. She told me about her stay in Jönköping, how her family was, and how much she had missed me. I enthusiastically listened to her.
After we finished, we went upstairs together. We decided to go and bathe. I prepared the bathtub by making the warm water run, and throwing in our favorite bath bombs. I couldn't help but to smile all along. That week held the darkest days of my life, and now everything was in light again.
I dipped in first and Agnetha followed me. I leaned against the left end, and she leaned against the other end. We stayed silent for a moment.
"So, you're not gonna touch me, huh? I guess you didn't really miss me at all!" She playfully said, and blew some bubbles to me after.
I giggled and went closer. I missed this, I truly missed her.
"Agnetha, stop being a baby. You have no idea how much I missed you."
She grabbed my face in response, and kissed me softly. It went on for some minutes, with us both smiling in between.
I pulled away, and stared into her eyes again. They were crystal blue, so beautiful and mysterious, yet they always had a touch of melancholy in them. Still, those eyes made everything inside me calm, and made me feel at peace once more.
"I love you," she said out of nowhere. "Don't be sad anymore baby, I'm already home." She added, stroking my face.
"No," I answered, leaning my face against her chest. "I am home."
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