That song; the radio was background noise, as her blues eyes scanned the message for what felt like the millionth time.
I think we should take a break. I'm sorry Luisa, but I just need some time to figure things out.
Her maus, oh, her small maus; her chest was heavy. Elbows were resting on the island in her kitchen while she sat on a stool, her eyes made their way into the palms of her hand, holding back tears that threatened to overflow. It had been a week since the message had been sent, and the only thing Luisa had sent back was:
I will be here for you, always.
The German woman had never felt like this before. Even through her parents' abuse, through the hell of her childhood, her heart had never felt so shattered in her life. Choking back a sob, she wiped her eyes, getting up from the counter.
I need you the most, the radio sang, but the blonde couldn't bring herself to turn it off, only up. Now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping, it sang, leaving Luisa breathless, her fist slamming down on the counter. She lifted her eyes to look over the living area that was in front of her. Nothing had been touched. Beca had only taken a suitcase of clothes and some toiletries before she had left to stay at Chloe's place.
It was the middle of the day, and Luisa just wanted to sit herself on the couch and drink the beers that were in the fridge until she passed out. A soft ring from under the music sounded and the blonde realized it was her phone. Not expecting much and figuring it was Pieter, she clicked the unlock button and nearly choked on the swig of beer that she had pulled from the fridge.
I need you. I want to come home. Pick me up at the café we go to every morning? - Beca
She put the beer down on the counter top and shoved her cell phone in her pocket. Fixing her hair a little and straightening out her clothes, she grabbed her jacket and ran out the door. The café was only a few blocks from their apartment.
Just across the street was when the German saw her. She had brought her suitcase with her, and there were tears in her eyes. They weren't sorrowful, but rather the tears you cry when you're happy. Words caught in her throat, and she only managed to yell across the street, "Beca!" Their eyes caught each other's and without thinking Luisa sprinted across the street, heavy with traffic.
The brunette's smile turned to horror, and Luisa felt her body being launched feet from where she had been. A sickening crunch and unbearable pain went shooting through her left side. "Call 9-1-1 now!" a voice screamed. Horns were blaring, tires were screeching, and before her eyesight went dark she watched the small woman rush toward her, sobbing wildly. Her head hit the pavement and the world went dark just as Beca reached her.
"No- no, no, Luisa!" The small woman screeched kneeling next to her battered body. Tears we streaming down her face, people were watching, sirens were already being heard in the distance. "No, no," Beca sobbed, her hand on the blonde's bloodied cheek. "Wake up..." she whispered, her head dropping.
Where are you now, that I need you...