As Elsa sat on the couch waiting for the man outside to slip through the door and in his usual charming way tell her everything that would make her feel okay, she realized that maybe for once she did not want that. She did not want to drown in the bottomless ocean of lies and delusion, she didn't want to be stinged by the bee she swatted away who tried to break her out of her shell and out of the reality she had come to accept. Elsa realized she needed closure. And if closure was a volcano ready to erupt, she at least had her tears to cool her down. As she sat down on the couch hearing her own impaired heartbeat, Elsa reimagined life, life as told by her husband.
It was a while ago. She had been involved in a terrible accident that left her comatose for another good while. Elsa tried to think of what those days were like for her. She stood up and headed for the window nearest to her. Her gaze remained glued to the pitch black night. A feeling. An inkling. She couldn't put a finger on it. But she knew she was battling with her inner demons during that time. Did she win? Well, that remained to be seen. A tear rolled down her eye when she finally arrived at that conclusion. Yes. If the truth was a volcano ready to erupt, she had her tears to cool her down. The sound of a key rang out before the door opened. He stepped into the house, face cold as ever and his deep unrevealing eyes behind his glasses colder still. Elsa faced him, she faced her fears.
Nick stood looking at the woman before him a good while before sighing. "And what did you find?", he finally broke the silence. Elsa felt her blood ran cold. She shook her head. In ten seconds she had made her way five meters away from him. His cologne permeated her senses and when they tried to trick them into lust she shook her head again. Her determined eyes scanned him over and over, "Tell me everything".