A Far Cry {complete}

Little Town Part 3

| This ain't no fairy tale, and I'm no Beauty |

We sank so quickly that you would've thought that we'd had an anchor strung around our backs. Death seemed to be sure for the both of us. The mouth of sinister black teeth had seemingly escaped our certain doom. I remember reaching my hand out for Ben's shortly after. The toffee and the ivory entwined, and I realized we did have an anchor. We were each other's anchor to the ground, what kept us both from floating on.

But we were also each other's anchor to the very bottom of this river.

Ben never let go of my hand, not once. Even as we both began to get light headed, while oxygen evaded us. Even when I closed my eyes for what was surely the last time, he cried out and squeezed my hand even more, begging me to stay. It was as if he was trying to anchor me to the Earth. But I felt myself flying.

The next time I opened my eyes, I had expected to see light. Instead, I saw a lonely stretch of road that seemed to touch the sky, that's how long it was. To my left, Ben knelt, his two hands wrapped around mine. Tears traced a stream down his cheek. In some way, it was so beautiful I almost wanted to paint it right then. Instead I went to shake his hand and tell him to snap out of it.

That was until I heard his voice. He hissed a strange sequence, then spoke, "Why? Why must you take her, Master? I followed all of your commands. I did everything you asked me, I even worked for you after university for no pay. The one thing in this entire world that I truly love, and cannot live without, and you took her."

Another stream of tears coasted down his cheeks, this time carving a different path. Ben spoke again.

"Take me to be with you forever master, because now I have no purpose to live."

I waited with baited breath. Seconds passed by, it must've been a full minute, and ole Ben still waited for something to happen. I watched his face. The same fear, anger, and animalistic look was in his eyes. It terrified me to the bone how hungry he looked. I wanted to reach over and slap the look right off of his face, but I didn't. Foolishly I had to know more. 

Ben then opened his mouth wide and hissed, louder than before. He observed the sky. Some image invisible except to him appeared abruptly and fell to his level.  He spoke to it, and then it was gone. It had seemed to agitate him. I didn't understand anything that had gone on, but I decided that it was time to let him know that I lived. 

I shook his arm. Ben swiveled around and stared at me. The look of before faded immediately into a look of love so deep, I feared I would drown in it. He pulled me into his arms and held me so tightly that I knew that I could never drown, because he wasn't only my anchor. He was my sailboat, keeping me along the surface.

Then just like so many years ago, he stood up and held his hand out to me. I slipped my toffee one into his and observed the mixing colours. We were so wrong, shouldn't be together, and yet we were so right and were.

Ole Ben pulled me up and we examined each other. I could see where he had obviously gotten older, from facial hair to more defined features. But I could also see the lines where pain had worn him down and made him weak. Those places defined him, and I was in love with all of them.

I wondered what Ben saw when he looked at me. A miracle who had almost died but somehow lived? A young woman who's hair hung down limply and who's clothes were sopping wet?

Then I realized all of them were wrong. Ole Ben saw me as he always had, as the 16 year old girl who had dropped all of her books hours after school had ended. Nothing could change his view of me, and for that, I was infinitely grateful.

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Whoops. This short story was supposed to end at this part.

Lol of course being me, I made it too long. I can promise you though that it will end in the next part. At least, I promise that I will try. But, y'know, being me, it'll probably end up being too long again. Lol y'all are used to me by now. 

Anyways, even thought it was kinda filler, I hope you loved this part and if you did please leave me a sweet comment, vote, or both if you're fabulous! I love you lots, bye!

WAIT! I know I'm taking a really long time to update I got locked in the boys change room, but I keep getting so distracted while writing it, and I keep feeling like it's such a crappy chapter. I'm really trying, but it's hard for me to write it. I will have the update up soon though I promise. I have some ideas for complete peace!

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P.S Don't tell me that line is like the fault in our stars. Don't. Seriously. It is not like it and other people can write using the same words.