AN: The story will be continued according request ;P Also depends if you want Elsa to be G!p or not ;) Enjoy Reading!

She was my closest friend when I came in Norway. I was just the manager then. When I became the COO of the biggest company in the whole world. I bought her the house she wanted for us to live in together. It was just a simple two story concrete home located at the edge of the city. It was painted in white, with black themed kitchen and cream-colored marble floor. My favorite part of it was the living room. it is where she would put my favorite instrument for music, the piano. That was the place where i would play and sing her favorite song where we would also end-up making out or made love. We WERE so happy then. I WAS so happy then. I thought it was gonna last forever. But that was only my thought.

Now am in the living room,playing the piano. I don't really know what I was playing but it's some sort of sad piano composition of Bach. I was waiting for her. My face was stoic, like as if am not feeling anything at all as I wait for her to explain to me what was that I saw. She was standing there. In front of me. Wearing nothing but her pink robe which was paired to my light blue one. I wasn't listening to what am playing. I was only listening to her. The sounds of her feet when she shuffles it under my deafening silence. Her labored breathing due to nervousness. I can hear it. All of it. Why isn't she saying anything? I ask myself. I started a new song by now in which i still don't know the title. I press the C# button. I press it again,then again,and again. Im losing my patience here. While am pressing the button of the piano while relishing my frustrations I didn't notice slipping my self from the situation. It was raining then when I got home from Canada to visit my family. I was still drench in water when i walk up to our bedroom on the second floor. I was gripping the soft red velvety box where a precious round silver object lies. I was also gripping the bouquet of lilies mixed with pink roses while i take my steps on the stairs. My heart was racing. This is gonna be it. Am gonna ask her today. It was such a great timing too since it was also our 7th year anniversary. I was already on the second floor when i heard it. There were creaks. like the creak of an object or something. Like it was pushed or something. I can hear from there the soft thump of the object against the milky white wall. Then there were grunts. Like someone was having trouble in pushing the object. What was going on? Before i know it I was already at the door of our bedroom swinging it open so that i could see what was the commotion all about. There they were. Her, lying on her back gripping the sheets while He thrusts for the last time before he came inside her. They were there. Both hips flushed together,her legs around his hips,his hands on her hips,both eyes shut and both panting while they wear a thin sheen of sweat. They hadn't noticed me yet. Well not until I lose my grip on the two objects I was holding and fell to the floor with a dull sound. By then they turn on my way and gasp. Both of them did. Both of them wearing wide eyed expressions. I was frozen by my place. I couldn't move,not until she uttered the first word I never wanted to hear from her from then on. "Elsa..."

I was cut off reminiscing the events by my phone in my slacks pocket. I didn't really want to answer it whenever am with her but now's not those times anymore. Maybe I could use some distraction, I thought. It wasn't really that troublesome anyways.

"Snow.", I answered rather harshly. "Hello Miss Snow? This is Richard from La France restaurant where you reserved a special dinner for two?" Ah. the reservations. I completely forgot about that I reserved a dinner for the two of us to celebrate my proposition. It's because I though she would say yes. It's because I thought that it'd be the two of us forever. Ah, the naivety. What a joke. "It doesn't matter which. The dinner will never happen anyway", I ended with a sneer. "Just let the dogs eat it." I snapped. "But mis-" I didn't let him finished since I was already pissed. If I was still myself at the time I would have felt regret on the way I acted on the phone and spending too much money on that bloody restaurant and that fucked up dinner but no, I don't feel anything except extreme depression and rage.

"I'm sorry..." she said barely above whisper. I stand up and put the lid of the keys of the piano back as I slowly ease of the velvety stool. "Elsa...",she slowly came to my side without me noticing. I can't stand this. I can't bear to do any of this. To fucking listen. To fucking understand. To fucking accept. THIS JUST FUCKING HURTS.

I started to go to the door. I was in a daze. I don't know what am doing. I didn't even noticed the way she frantically run to me. I didn't notice her arms wrapping on my waist tightly. I didn't even notice her crying. Saying that she's sorry. Telling me that she loves me over and over and over again. Telling me to don't leave her. Saying that it was a mistake and that she was just drunk and that she won't do it again. I didn't hear any of it. Even the feeling of her warmth as she tightens her hold to me. I was cold. I was numb.I just want to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. "Let go..." I whispered. I grasped her hand and forced my way out of her hold. I went quickly for the door and swing it open. "DON'T." my voice boomed in the empty room. She stopped dead in her track as she was about to reach for me. "Elsa pleas-""DON'T" I said again as slid my self out the door. I paused then slid my hand in my chest pocket as I grasp the key of our house. Of OUR HOME. I feel it. Or should I say, felt it. I pulled it out then faced her. I looked carefully at her. She is still so beautiful. Hair disheveled that I love so much whenever we made passionate love. Proud that I made that to her. But now, all I feel is hatred, hatred because it was not me who arranged that that way. It was Him. I threw the key to her and she didn't catch it. She just looked at me then the key then to me with a confuse expression. She was about to ask what was going on but I beat her up to it. "The house is yours. It's not my home anymore anyway. Enjoy your house with your new boyfriend...Anna".

Then, the first tear on my face fell.

AN: I think the box bellow is wanting to hear something from you :)