Nick was nowhere to be found early the next morning. Gazing at the empty bedroom, Elsa sighed in resignation. Perhaps he needed closure, and she was not a wife so bad as to not grant him that. She made her way to the kitchen and fixed herself a plate of breakfast. While eating, Elsa's thoughts occasionally drifted off to lasts night unfortunate conversation. Amnesia was not an easy thing to deal with. It was like you had this ideal, perfect life at first and all of a sudden you have to now rediscover what it means to be you again. And somewhere deep in her she felt some fire burning, and she just could not hold it in anymore. She had asked Nick last night to come clean to her, and if he refused to do so, then she had her ways. She still had some time before Linda came over to pick her up. In her head she began to visualize how everything would go, her joy inexplicable.
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At exactly ten in the morning, Elsa heard a ring at the door. Fixing her hair into a high ponytail, she opened the door and just as she was about to welcome Linda, she paused. Before her was an unfamiliar figure. He stood, looming, a head above her. He had a deep cut across his left eye, but it did nothing but add to the dangerous aura he already emanated. He looked and felt like a thug. Elsa narrowed her eyes.
"You are?", the man kept his cold gaze on her, hands in pockets. He scoffed, and spat.
"Wow, they told me you had become pathetic, but I did not think it'd be this bad". Elsa narrowed the gap between her and the stranger with the door, holding the knob tightly. Too much had happened the past few days to not be alarmed. Looking at the gangster before her, she knew he was most definitely connected to her past. The man scanned her closely, hoping to find something but was disappointed. "They said you got married, to that soldier, Nick. Talk of a traitor, after everything we did for you, and you stabbed us right in the back". Elsa frowned, confusion painted on her face. She knew nothing, but this much she knew; the script was not supposed to go like this.
"And why do you say that?", she asked. This time it was the man's turn to frown, a pinch of anger plastered in his eyes.
"You know, I guess you got what you wanted huh? This nice mansion, these fancy cars, the Mr. Perfect, I did not want to believe them Elsa. Three years we looked for you, three years we wasted money that could have gone on other things to search for you, and when we finally did...it was like you were a whole new person. I could not make youu out"., the man's eyes had turned misty now, sounding like he was trying his hardest to not cry. "And so I decided to come see you, for old times sake. But here you are, treating me like a criminal, holding your door so tightly just like them. You did not even allow an old brother inside, that's how bad the wealth has blinded you".
A cold stillness washed over Elsa, rendering her frozen. So much information, and yet such unfamiliarity with it. She gazed at the young man before her once more, trying to find out where she had seen him before, yet her mind detected not a trace of relation nor connection. She began.
"Listen here, I'm really sorry if you feel that way, but honestly, I don't know you. I can't, in simple terms, I have..."
"I guess all the promises you made us were nothing but air", she was cut short. As Elsa opened her mouth to try and say she had amnesia and ask more about herself, he turned around. "I hope you have a good life, Elsa. And ooh, tell Nick to go to hell", he ran away so fast a freeze blew over Elsa. She stared at the retreating shadow, lost in thoughts when a call came through. It was Linda, reschedulling their appointement to one in the afternoon.
Elsa enetered the house, more perplexed than ever. The man had akinned their relationship to that of siblings,like the tightest of ones.
Elsa paced back to the bedroom, slowly taking in everything she had heard. The man meant no harm, in fact through that voice of his Elsa detected concern and sympathy. She wanted clarify herself, tell him that she really could not remember him...or them, but he had been too angry to listen. She sat down on her bed and rubbed her temples. With a resolute look in her eyes, she took out her phone and sent a text to an unknown number.
A MAN CAME TO MY HOUSE TODAY, FIND OUT WHO HE IS.
With the message delivered, a cold glint flashed across Elsa's eyes. Well Nick...I guess you're not the only one with secrets now are you?