Benny Watts Imagines

Love In Separation P2

I pushed myself up begrudgingly grabbing my kimono from the door as I headed out into the cold apartment I as usual headed for the counter but -

"Uhhh where's my coffee?" I complained my eyes were still fuzzy, desperately searching for my coffee cup and then it clicked "shit... no y/n. No coffee" I sighed "...fuck" I did my best to make myself a coffee this early in the morning and I could tell it was me the moment it touched my lips "ohhh that ...that is not good" I sighed.

I did my best to just get in with things even if the quiet was starting to get to me a little I'd started putting records on or the radio just in hope to break up the silence a little but the worst was at night. I laid in bed, my body cold, and the covers didn't feel the same without her warm body in them too, I almost had too many covers I kept kicking them away from me I didn't like how much space I had in the bed, I just ended up laying there listening to the traffic of Brooklyn above me, the water shifting in the pipes and the clock ticking on the bedside table i turned over hoping it would help me sleep, for a while I stared at the bedside table the small square base lamp with a velvet black shade, the small rectangular clock with triangular hands, the small tower of books a few of my chess books, a few of her romances books and on the top the proof copy of her book, the small black square coaster still with a small ring where her morning coffee would often sit, and the small Polaroid picture of the two of us on our last trip to Moscow wrapped up warm, cuddled together, kissing in the snow. But that only made me feel worse so I turned away trying to sleep but I still couldn't so I grabbed the pillow she usually sleeps on pulled it down and closed into my chest so I could hug the pillow tight imagining her body between my arms.

I sighed giving up on my game and heading to the fridge I don't think I'm really hungry just bored without having y/n here to talk to but the fridge was pretty bare and given I leave for the tournament tomorrow no point going for groceries, all I had was some meat for dinner, some cheese, a couple of eggs and one of y/n's strawberry and cream yoghurts.

Hu... I didn't think a little pink yoghurt could make me feel so sad. I don't know I just felt so sad looking at it I miss her so much.

I did my best not to think about her but every little thing seemed to remind me of her, driving up to the tournament was heartbreaking having to sit in my car on my own the empty seat beside me, I often found I kept resting my hand on the empty seat as I automatically wanted to rest my hand on her thigh, I'd turned the music down three or four times it just felt so loud in the quiet car where it usually had us talking and laughing over it, I kept finding myself staring at the various seven eleven store signs and fast food places we would always stop for a giant slushie to share when we travelled I felt weird not having one but at the same time I couldn't get one without her, it wouldn't be the same and she always picks the best flavours anyway, and as much as I wanted to stop for fries and chicken nuggets but I don't know I just feel like I can't. I even caught myself when I spotted cows or horses on the road doing the little jokes without her

"Cows" I laughed trying to be first as I spotted them "Oh.. right. Little bird isn't here, I uhh I guess I win" 

I just drove through doing my best to just drive through, When I got to the hotel I got sorted and unpacked my stuff finding how even though I didn't need to I kept everything to one side, one side of the wardrobe, one side of the chest of draws, one side of the sink counter which honestly only made me feel more lonely, I barely slept at all the hotel bed just felt so lumpy and uncomfortable even if I tried hugging the other pillow to try and help me sleep. I don't know what y/n does to hotel beds but she always makes them so cosy. I barely got any sleep when my alarm went off I forced myself up and headed for a shower but quickly ended up fighting with the labelless twist tap. fuck it I'm clean enough! I got out, got dry and dressed for the day I sighed as I looked at myself "I miss my little bird, it's not the same without her" So I got my stuff and headed down to the main lobby of the hotel where everyone had gathered getting drinks for the tournament I grabbed myself as coke and staid on the edges of discussion once the tournament started I just got on with things focusing on the games at hand. 

I was deep into my game long since already found my path to victory without much of a concern absentmindedly I looked up from the board looking across the crowd in the hotel, but I stopped short as I saw the sweetest sight. 

Across the hotel there she stood in her little black kitten heels, a sweet knee-length white dress with a little black belt, her hair sweetly flowing her jacket and handbag over her arm. For a moment I had to double-take assuming I had merely imagined her I felt my eyes welling up so I immediately got up from the table and rushed as fast as I could across the hotel taking her in my arms and giving her a passionate kiss inhaling her scent squeezing her tightly "I've missed you so so much little bird"

"Awww Benny" she giggled "Your game-"

"I don't care, I haven't seen you in two weeks!" I told her

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't have much to do so I thought I'd come home early"

 "I've missed you so much I don't ever want us to be apart again not for this long"

"Aww I missed you too Benny" she smiled giving me a soft kiss "You do realize all of your chess friends just witnessed you go all lovey"

"...fuck" I sighed "Ohh I don't care I've missed you so much. I love you so much little bird"

"I love you too Benny, now come on let's go finish your game before they never let you live this down" she smiled taking my hand