Be My Forever

Is this the end?

Samantha's POV:

"Shit!" I rushed downstairs, came out of my flat and saw Benedict sitting on the opposite side of the road, leaning against the lampost and it still poured heavily.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I yelled as I crossed the road and reached him.

He didn't flinch, he didn't say a word. He was just sitting there, motionless.

"Ben?" I kneeled beside him and touched his shoulders, but he fell on the ground unconscious.

And there I am, soaking in the rain along with a famous "drunken" celebrity at 1 AM.

After an hour long battle with Ben's completely blacked out body, I finally reached my living room's couch and threw him on it.

My subconscious: Why did you bring him here?

Me: Well, I wasn't expecting you.

My subconscious: you still care about him, don't you?

I took a glance at the flushed, soaked up human being lying on my couch.

Me: No

My subconscious: 'No? Who are you kidding?' It smirked.

Me: GO. AWAY.

My subconscious: You can't get away from me and, the truth is like a phoenix, it will always resurrect.

And poof, my subconscious was gone.

I'm creepy.

I removed his jacket and shirt carefully. His skinny jeans wasn't wet so I left them untouched and even if they were wet, I had no intention of removing them.

My subconscious: You mean 'no intention of removing them tonight?'

Me: SHUT UP!

God, this is getting weird.

I dried his hair and removed his shoes, took a blanket and tucked him in. All the while, he didn't move an inch. I wonder how much he drank. But again, that's none of my business. Before turning off the lights, I looked at him once again.

He looked so serene while sleeping. His mouth was opened a little bit and he snored softly. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. Even if we were in a relationship, I know that our love would be a tragedy. And all these reasons I've been telling myself is to keep me steer clear of him. But everytime I shield myself, he breaks my shield by doing something. I feel like a magnet when it comes to him, no matter how harder I try to hate him or stay away from him, he keeps attracting me.

Can't I stay away from you, Ben? What did you do to me?

I know he's bad for me - let me rephrase it - I know that we are not fit for each other; he is an actor while, I'm an ordinary student. He's so posh and I'm from an upper-middle class Indian family. We are contrast in so many ways but still, I couldn't resist him.

I feel like a diabetes patient with a sweet box.

I ran my fingers through his still damp hair and numbly shed a tear. I flicked the switch off and ran to my room to do one of my favourite routine these days - cry.

I woke up in the morning, took a shower and changed to jeans and t-shirt. I dialled Payal and asked her to come to my flat.

On my way to the kitchen I saw Ben still sleeping. I'd a sandwich and made a grocery list. Just when I was about to get Benedict's clothes from the washing machine, Payal arrived. I opened the door and warned her not to freak out.