Paparazzi

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it was the quietest car journey ever.
Every now and again you would turn your head to see Benedict starring out of the front window concentrating on the road.
You'd  been crying in the hospital for about an two hours , after having a long talk with the doctors about the exact details of Bonnie's condition before she passed.

You'd come to the conclusion sitting in this car.
You'd decided that This is as good as it's gonna get. And it's shit.
Your interrupted from your thoughts as Benedict pulls up outside your apartment. Before unbuckling his seatbelt he looks at you momentarily,you return the quick look before unbuckling your seatbelt and leaving the car, leaving Benedict in the same position as he was.

You open the door and allow Benedict to walk in behind you before you walk slowly into your living room and sit on the edge of the sofa.
Benedict sits next to you but keeps his hands on his knees, the two of you stare into space in silence. You feel the tears trickle down your cheeks but you can't find the words to express the pain that you were feeling.

"What the actual fuck" Benedict whispers to himself, running his hand through his hair. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"This morning I was with her, we were messing around in this room, in this spot" you gesture to the sofa that you were sat on.

"Now she's gone" you whisper, wiping your eye with your left hand. Benedict sighs slightly.

"It's not fair" He whispers, wrapping his arms around you. You swallow the lump in your throat

"I can't even imagine what her mum and dad are going through" you whisper sadly.

"Her mum was still crying when we left" Benedict replies sadly.

"I just don't understand, she had a heart attack-she just had it and just died. She died-she's dead, Bonnie-Bonnie is dead" you whisper before you suddenly gasp for breath and explode into more tears. Benedict didn't even bother trying to calm you down, he was crying to the same degree.

"Can I stay at yours? I don't want to be alone" you ask quietly, looking to Benedict. He nods and wipes your tear stained cheeks.

"Of course you can." He says softly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm going to go and get you some clothes and things, I'll be right back" he says softly, squeezing your hand tenderly before getting up and walking into your bedroom.

Benedict opens the door to his apartment and allows you to go in first. You smile faintly at him as you go in and walk straight to his living room. Benedict carries your bag of clothes upstairs to his room and leaves them next to his bed before coming back down and joining you in the living room.
Oliver and Gaby had gone back to Olivers house, you had all decided to split off and then meet back up in the evening for something to eat- you were all having a hard time adjusting.

You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling before feeling Benedict's arm draped over your stomach.

"Are you okay?" He whispers into your shoulder. You shake your head.

"No" you reply quietly. Benedict places a kiss on your shoulder.

"Are you?" You ask, moving your head to face him. You could see that his eyes were bloodshot from where he'd been crying in the bathroom.

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