BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Stockholm syndrome- part-6

Warning: Strong language

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Previously:

But the real problem was that I couldn't sleep, I was guilty.

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One year later...

Your Pov:

The year passed by...

Summers seemed to pass by too quickly and winters seemed colder.

Everything was so different, waking up, going to work, coming back home in the afternoon and spending the rest of the day looking out of my window doing absolutely nothing except thinking.

Sometimes I did go on short trips with my sister for her tournaments, I was her only family after all. But things had changed and I had to accept it.

I had to accept the change.

But there was something still on my mind, it was love that had lasted longer despite all the changes. I wondered about him when I came back from work.

Thinking about what he might be doing or if he still loves me despite the betrayal. My eyes still water at the thought of him hating my guts and not understanding that I had to do it, there was no choice.

Beth had no idea that I was lonely. I would put up a fake smile and act like I had moved on in life.

But this wasn't true, somewhere deep in my heart, I longed for him to take me where no one could find us.

So just like any other day, I got up and went downstairs, grabbed the newspaper and made myself a cup of tea, then got ready and left for work. In the evenings, I usually spent my time with my sister to take my mind off him, so today, like any other day, I did the same.

In the last year, Beth had made a new friend, his name is Harry Beltik. She had met him during her tournaments and he usually crashed at our place if they had a long day playing chess and attending press conferences. I really enjoyed his company, he's a very hilarious and easy- going guy.

The nights felt longer than they were supposed to be and I barely slept. How can someone sleep if their mind is full of guilt?

Today it was a Sunday, which means I had a lot of spare time. People love Sundays but I despise them. Work keeps my mind occupied and on a Sunday, my mind would refuse to stop thinking about Benny.

I lazily climbed down the stairs and went to the living area to grab a mug of coffee.

'Hey y/n, would you mind doing my hair and makeup in the evening? I'm going on a date tonight.' she said shyly.

'Planning to get laid with that Townes guy huh?' I smirked.

'Oh stop teasing me y/n!' she exclaimed but her face was bright red.

'Fine, I'll do it.' I said.

'I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon.' she said.

I nodded and went to grab the newspaper from our doorstep. Then I came back and plopped down on the armchair to finish my coffee and then I unfolded the paper. Something slipped down and fell on my lap.

A mysterious letter sealed inside an envelope.

I frowned and ripped open the envelope since there was no sender's address on it.

Strange...

Then I opened the folded paper and saw the familiar handwriting. I choked on the last sip of my coffee and ran upstairs with the letter and the newspaper in my hand. I locked my room door and sat on my desk.