Elise sighed dejectedly as she opened the door to her car, just to find that the heavy rain during the day not only made the interior extremely cold, but the driver’s seat was half wet.
“…and the country, which has the jurisdiction over this crime should abide by aut dedere aut judicare obligation.” Elise finished, smacking her lips that had gotten dry over almost seven hours of continuous study. She took the water bottle by her side and took a large gulp. Once again Elise cursed the fact that she only retained information by studying aloud rather than in quiet, like most of her peers. Shrill beeps from her phone made her jump and a glance at the clock revealed that it was time for her to go home. Taking her purse and coat, Elise slowly made her way to the car, set on driving home in late afternoon, as most days on which she had to study.
A couple of minutes later, Elise sighed dejectedly as she opened the door to her car, just to find that the heavy rain during the day not only made the interior extremely cold, but the driver’s seat was half wet. It seemed that her car’s window was open a little bit, which allowed the water to get inside. “Not my day,” she murmured, but gave in to the fact that she would have to drive almost an hour home in wet pants.
Later, after suffering horrible and inconsiderate drivers, as well as one near accident, Elise parked in front of her house that she shared with her fiancé. His car was already in its spot, which meant that she would not have to cook today. She felt down though, the weight of her studies and two essays that she had to write making her drag her feet up the four steps to the door, rain making Elise’s hair wet and thus even curlier than usual.
Elise opened the door, careful that she did not let too much water inside as she hung up her coat on the rack that was next to the entrance.
“In here honey,” Elise heard from the kitchen and she slowly made her way into the delicious smelling room. Her fiancé was behind the stove, wearing that cute ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron that she got him for Christmas. Elise gave in to her desire for a hug and slowly hugged him from behind, watching the magic that was happening in the pans.
She knew he sensed her bad mood, so she was not surprised when he slowly turned her around, and looked her deep in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” That simple question that she dreaded since stepping inside her house. Elise felt a lump forming in her throat as she tried not to give in to the ocean of emotion that suddenly started overfilling the dam of her stoicism. Elise basically slammed further into the hug, her fists clutching the shirt on her fiancé’s back as she started crying, the stress finally breaking her. Not the usual crying either, but gross sobbing with snot and everything. Her fiancé did not mind though, he just led her to the couch, trying to console her as best as possible.
After nearly half an hour passed, Elise managed to calm down to just sniffling, as she tried to apologize for making him suffer through her breakdown. With a small peck to her lips, her fiancé only replied…