4 weeks later

Tiffany sits quietly at the counter, sipping a cup of tea.

Miriam places a plate of fresh pasta in front of her.

"Thank you."she says softly.

Miriam dries her hands as she watches Tiffany pick up her fork. But she stops as she sees the diamond ring on her finger. She instantly releases a huff.

"Ay, hermosa stop looking at that thing."Miriam says, putting her hands on her hips.

"I can't help it Mir."she says.

"Every time you look at that ring you lose your appetite, I'm sick of all my incredible cooking going to waste."she pokes, making Tiffany chuckle.

Miriam sighs, gripping Tiffany's hands.

"Hon, we haven't talked about Mikkel in a while. It feels like you have something you need to get off your chest."she says softly.

She takes a deep breath, shaking.

"I...he lied to me."Tiffany says softly.

"¿Cómo es eso?"she asks.

"He promised me he wouldn't go. He said he wouldn't go to Russia, and he still left me."Tiffany says, tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh, baby. I think I see what's going on here. You feel abandoned."she says.

Tiffany nods.

"First it was my mother, then my dad, and now the love of my life, and apparent FIANCE!"Tiffany yells, displaying her ring.

"Tiffany, I think you've been through a lot, and you're really stressed out."Miriam says softly.

"I am stressed! I haven't heard anything from Mikkel in 4 weeks! What if he's -"Miriam cuts off Tiffany's emotional rant with a quick slap to the face.

Tiffany takes a deep breath and then settles herself before putting her hand on her cheek.

"Thank you."she says quietly.

"Tiff, Mikkel is fine. He's a tough boy, basically invincible. He's fine."Miriam says softly as Tiffany wipes her tears and nods.

"I'm just scared, Miriam. I need him to come back."Tiffany says softly.

"Oh, I know my flor delicada. You love so hard, Mikkel is such a lucky man."she says, hugging Tiffany.

"And I know he's going to come back here and sweep you off your feet just like he always does."

Tiffany smiles as her lips quiver, and she hugs Miriam tightly.

....

Tiffany brings the last of the wine in the bottle to her lips.

Feeling woozy, she tries to pay attention to the show she had put on. She picks up a couch pillow and huffs as she tosses the empty whine bottle next to the full one on the other couch cushion besides her.

She frowns as she sees the romance movie that was on.

"Fuckin bullshit."she grumbles, picking up the TV remote.

She switches the channel and huffs, laying her head on her fist.

She hears a sound coming from the kitchen and she looks over. 

In the dark she sees a figure in the open back door.

She looks back over to her two bottles of wine.

Then she scoffs, shaking her head, turning back towards the TV.

She hears the door close and then heavy footsteps.

She looks over, and in the dim light from the TV she sees a strange version of Mikkel.

There was a large scar across his face. His hair was buzzed, and he looked tan.

He wore a black jacket, and had a large duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

They make eye contact and he scoffs.

Then Tiffany lets out a drunk laugh, picking up the other wine bottle and opening it.

She brings it to her lips and takes a few gulps before looking back at the TV.

"..I was expecting a warmer greeting."he says.

Tiffany furrows her eyebrows and looks over at him.

She drunkenly pushes herself up off the couch and then releases a small belch.

"I was expecting you to be a murderer."she chuckles.

He smiles a bit.

"You're drunk, Tiff."

She chuckles as she stumbles over to him.

"I, am not drunk, okay? And yooouuuu-"she slurs, poking Mikkel's face.

"You are not real! If you were, you wouldn't have that sexy scar right there, okay? *Hic*"she says before bringing the wine bottle to her lips.

She takes a few large gulps, shocking Mikkel as he watched the liquid in the bottle spiral down and then disappear.

Her lips separate from the empty bottle with a puckering sound and she lets out a satisfied sigh.

"So, imma go to bed on that note."she says before collapsing.

She falls to the ground with a flop and Mikkel smiles softly before dropping his heavy duffle bag.

He then leans down, picking her up and cradling her.

"Let's get you to bed girl."He says softly.

"You're not the boss of me, you're not even real."she says softly, her limbs hanging limp as they begin to walk upstairs.

"I'm real baby."Mikkel says.

"No you're not, Mikkel is dead. He didn't come back, and he left me all alone."she slurs, causing Mikkel to slow down and looking down at her.

"Open your eyes and look at me."he demands.

Tiffany follows her instincts, hearing Mikkel's demanding voice and opening her eyes.

She sees his face, and his lips.

She gasps, sitting up in his arms and kissing his lips.

They kiss passionately and Tiffany begins to cry.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to see me?"He chuckles against her lips.

"Yes, b-but I'm so drunk, I'm not gonna remember this."she sobs drunkenly as he walks into the bedroom.

....

I wake up slightly groggy. I sit up, slightly, rubbing my eyes.

I look over, seeing a man in my bed and I shriek, falling back and rolling back, causing him to sit up.

"Tiff! Tiffany it's me!"Mikkel says.

Tiffany's eyes widen as she slowly stands up. She walks over and touches his face and her lips quiver.

Then she grabs a pillow and knocks him in the face with it.

"Ow! What the fuck Tiffany?!"He says.

She then begins repeatedly hitting.

"Liar! Fucking liar! I'm gonna beat the dog shit out of you you son of a bitch!"she yells, hitting him.

Mikkel blocks a hit and knocks her down onto the bed, straddling over her.

"You are going to STOP hitting me!"Mikkel demands.

"You can't tell me what to do get off of me!"Tiffany screams, thrashing and throwing Mikkel off of the bed.

He scurries to his feet and picks up a pillow, for defense.

Tiffany gets up and angrily walks towards him.

"You left me! You left after you said you would stay, and it broke me. It broke me all over again."Tiffany says angrily.

"Tiffany I'm sorry."Mikkel says.

"Sorry? YOUSAID-YOUWOULD'T-ANDTHEN-YOUDID!"She shouts, hitting him in syllables.

Mikkel grunts and then pushes her back using the pillow.

He quickly straddled over her again, holding down her flailing arms.

"YAA!"Miriam charges into the room with a rolling pin.

Upon seeing the scene, Mikkel on top of Tiffany in his underwear, she closes her mouth and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door.

Mikkel then looks down at Tiffany.

"Are you gonna stop screaming now?"he asks.

"Yes. But I'm still angry."Tiffany says.

"Tiff, I'm so sorry. I am, and I mean it. But I did it. I'm done Tiffany, I'm all yours forever."he says softly.

"Why should I believe that? You'd probably run off to Russia again the next chance you got."Tiffany says quietly.

"Nah. This is the only place I need to be now, tiff. Home with my Tiffany."he says, making her lips quiver.

"So, I'm gonna let your hands go. Chose what you do wisely."He says softly.

He releases her hands and instantly one comes up to slap him across the face.

"I deserved that one."He says, looking down at her.

"I know."Tiffany smiles.

"That ring gives you some weight in your slaps huh?"he asks, making her chuckle as he leans down to her.

......