"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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Benicia started to walk down the sidewalk after being dropped off by a cab on the street her apartment was on. She paused outside and called up Ben. She stood there for a couple of seconds until she heard him answer on the other side.
"Yeah."
"Hi, it's Benicia."
"I know. They got this thing, caller ID, might have heard of it."
Benicia winced a little bit, "You still sound pretty upset."
Ben sighed on the other end and admitted, "Just tired."
"You okay?"
"Will be. What's up?"
Benicia bit down on her bottom lip as she contemplated talking to him. There was no reason for her to reach out, she could have called anyone else too, "Matt and Foggy are... I don't know what. They had some kind of fight and now I feel like things are just falling apart, Ben. All of it."
"Ah, it's usually right around the time you know the story's getting interesting."
Benicia ran her hand through her hair in a small laugh, "How do you do this all of the time?"
"One foot in front of the other, just like everybody else."
"Yeah, but... you're not exactly like everybody else, Ben. You know that, right?"
"We all do what we can. Sometimes it's enough."
Benicia stopped directly in front of her apartment complex, "Thank you, Ben."
"I didn't say I was writing the story."
"I know." Benicia whispered into the phone, "I know. Just thank you for being there... for-for caring."
"How are you holding up?"
Benicia laughed nervously at the question, "If I'm completely honest, I don't really know... I... I drank the champagne at the charity dinner."
"What? Are you okay?"
"I..." Benicia scratched the side of her head, "I'm fine. Actually, I'm really okay. I-"
"The poison used killed people, Benicia. Are you sure everything is okay?"
Benicia laughed a bit at how genuinely worried he sounded, "I knew I'd be fine. I wouldn't have just left the hospital without treatment if I didn't think I would survive."
"What do you mean?"
"Could I talk to you about this tomorrow?" Benicia asked, "I'd feel more comfortable talking about this in person and not over the phone."
"Are you sure? You sound a little out of it."
"I just... I don't know how to explain it really." Benicia mumbled softly, "Talk to you tomorrow?"
