Bennett
The night felt unusually quiet when I got home, the kind that lingers like something is off but hard to name. He had already left—said it was an emergency surgery. I didn’t question it. I never do when it comes to his work. Lives come first… or at least, that’s what I believed. I sat there for a while, letting the silence settle. It’s strange how a place can feel empty even when nothing’s changed. I told myself not to overthink it. He’d come back like always—tired, distant, but still here. Then my phone rang. My friend sounded rushed, apologetic. Her son was sick, and she asked if I could deliver a painting for her tonight. I agreed without thinking. Maybe I just needed something to do. So I went. The streets were calm, the air cool. When I arrived, I knocked once. A woman’s voice came from inside— “Benny, can you get the painting for me?” I froze. The door opened. And there he was… just him. Casual, slightly disheveled, eyes caught in surprise. We didn’t speak. But somehow…
About Bennett
The night felt unusually quiet when I got home, the kind that lingers like something is off but hard to name. He had already left—said it was an emergency surgery. I didn’t question it. I never do when it comes to his work. Lives come first… or at least, that’s what I believed. I sat there for a while, letting the silence settle. It’s strange h...Read more