Just A Notion

Chapter 26: In This Bubble Made For Two

     He took a deep breath and put the letter back and started the car. Even if the letter would not convince Agnetha, he had to try at least. He was already far too deep in this situation, that no letter would perhaps make it worse and draw the attention to him rather than having Agnetha believe it was Frida´s choice.

      It didn’t take long for him to reach Agnetha´s building. He readied himself and stepped out of the car, the letter wrapped tightly in his hands. He thought he would just throw it in her letter box, but when he stood in front of it, he realized that Agnetha would definitely not look into there when she gets back. He had to put it somewhere she would one hundred percent notice it.

    So, he went inside, his footsteps echoed on the walls, the only sound to be heard. When he reached her door, he suddenly felt unsure. Unsure whether this really is the right decision, whether he really wanted to lie to his friends like. But he couldn’t go back now, it was already too late for him to do so. He had to keep going, that was the only way.

     To not let any thoughts steal his resolve, he quickly bent down to slip the letter under her door. He heard the way it flew a couple of meters into the apartment and then the way it came to a stop, welcoming the silence of Benny´s surroundings once again.

     No going back now, he told himself as he stared at the closed door for a few more seconds until he went back down.

     On his way to Frida, Benny stopped at a bakery he came across and bought himself a steaming hot coffee and a small bottle of water. The drive was very quiet as always. The only sounds he could perceive was the whirring of the engine and the morning traffic in the city.

     That changed when he no longer was in the city and entered the woods in the countryside. The darkness grew stronger with every meter he drove. You could think it was already nighttime when it was actually just the beginning of the day.

     His mind was blank. He couldn’t think about anything, he didn’t want to. Maybe it was him calming himself before his encounter with Frida. He didn’t want to think about what would happen, what she would say, what he would tell her in return, if they would have a conversation or how she would react when she finally realizes what was really going on.

     He pushed these thoughts away. They wouldn’t stop him, he wouldn’t let them. This is what he wanted, all this time it was his dream to have Frida for himself and he had achieved that. Why would any doubts keep him from celebrating this wonderful moment in his life?

     Benny´s heart began beating faster as he came closer. Was it anticipation or fear? He had no answer to that question he was asking himself. He drove off the main street and followed along a muddy path that led to a crossing where he parked his car. He made sure not to park directly next to the cabin, so if people found his car, they wouldn’t know where he went, and it wouldn’t draw too much attention to the cabin.

     From there he walked a short distance, just far enough for the house not to be associated with his car. When he saw the little cabin from afar he couldn’t help but smile at what would happen next. He could see it now. It was his anticipation, his excitement that made his heart flutter. He wasn’t scared. Who should he be scared of? They couldn’t stop him now, he was too sure of himself, too drawn by the sensation he had been robbed of and was now willing to get back.

     He increased his walking speed and shortly reached his destination. He tilted his head and breathed in deeply before his hands grabbed the door handle. The lock clicked, and the heavy wooden door swung open.

     Benny stepped inside, the cold night air swirling in behind him before he shut the door again, sealing the cabin in thick, suffocating silence. He paused just inside, placing his coffee and the water bottle on the small table next to the door, taking in the scene before him.