A Day in the Life of Fiction (part 1)

Benny is a Gift and I Love Him

I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned, but the only thing I could think about was the pink haired cute shit that had somehow worked his way so intensely into my heart.

My mind kept wandering back to the time we shared in the student lounge. When we had finished, we sat in silence, catching our breaths. The next moment, he fell forward slowly, landing with a soft exhale against my chest. His arms had wrapped around my neck and his chest and shoulders started heaving in that unmistakable way.

I pulled back from his hug and held his face in my hands. Tears streaked down his face and I was speechless. Was it happiness? Sadness? Regret?

I didn't have time to ask because next thing I knew; I was the one hosting the water works. I pulled him back into a tight embrace, and he returned his arms around my neck, gripping more tightly this time. We held each other and cried, trying our best to convey our feelings without words.

Who knows how much he had been holding himself back from this chemistry when we first met but, if it was anything like what I had felt the whole day, it must've been hell. You have these intense feelings for a guy only to have him hiss at your face like some kind of mega donghole? Fuck, I'd be pissed.

Imagine what a kind soul like Benny would've felt.

I grabbed my phone from the dresser, staring at my lock screen. I had actually forgot my phone twice that day. When I had declared I was rock hard, I left hastily without it for the second time. Later in the student lounge, after we had gotten over our spontaneous crying session, he exclaimed suddenly and excitedly, pulling it out of his uniform pocket, wanting to take a picture.

I smiled as I stared at the picture on my screen. Benny was holding the phone, his cheek pressed up against my lips, the biggest smile spread across his face. His eyes were shining even brighter than when I first saw them. They were still slightly red from crying and you could see tear streaks down his cheek, my cheek showing the same evidence.

But, somehow, that made the picture all the more perfect.

I unlocked my phone, going to my contacts. When he had my phone for the day, he had entered his number and taken a picture of himself for the contact. He was making a dumb pout with his mouth and had one hand pressed up to his cheek.

It was such a cheesy picture but there was no way I was changing it.

Not for the first time since we parted ways on our way home, I looked up towards the sky.

"Thank you," I whispered, holding my phone against my chest. "Fate, or the universe, or whatever the fuck you are. Thank you for bringing him to me."

A/N: Thank you for reading this short story! I hope you enjoyed it! Also, I want to let the reader take from this story what they will but, let me end it with this.

Writing is such a powerful thing because anything can happen! True love, love at first sight, and everything else on the spectrum. You can bestow the greatest gifts onto someone through writing, even if that someone exists only in your mind.