Killing You. ~Ben Bruce~

Welcome home, Delilah.

Today is the day.

I'm going back to him.

The love of my life.

The person who I haven't seen in 4 months. 

He deserves an explanation.

And I'm ready to give him one. 

The cab ride from the airport was short. 

His house was still pristine.

It looked as if no one lived there, but his car was in the driveway. 

He's home.

"$15 please, ma'am." the taxi driver says, giving me a small smile. I nod and hand him his money as I open the door and grab my small carry on bag. 

I make my way to the door and ring the bell, something I've never done before.

I used to have a key.

I still do, but I would feel bad using it, as he probably wouldn't like if I just walked in.

Eventually the door opens to reveal him.

Ben.

His shaggy hair hanging to about his chin, still with a bit of curl to it. 

Ripped jeans resting on his hips. 

A Nirvana tank top resting loosely on his shoulders.

Black vans, and a few small bracelets that fans have given him over the years along with my charm bracelet.

The one thing I left when I ran.

A shocked expression is painted on his face, obviously at me standing on his front steps.

"Delilah?" he whispers as if I'm a ghost. I nod and try not to let my tears free, but it's so hard.

He pulls me into a bone crushing hug, and I hear his breath hitch.

He's sobbing.

"You- left! Why! How could you! I thought you lo- loved me!" he cries into my shoulder, tears soaking my tye dye shirt. 

I pull him in the house and to the couch where he resumes crying.

I don't blame him.

If I were in his position, I, too, would be a wreck.

Why did I cause him so much pain?

Why was I so stupid as to lose him?

Eventually the sobbing subsides and he just kind of.....stares, at me.

"You're really here?" he asks, voice breaking.

I nod, not knowing where to start.

"Why, Delilah?" he asks quietly.

I think for a second. "I was scared, Ben. Terrified, even. I wanted to say yes, my heart was telling me to say yes. But my body said run. I just....ran. I was terrified of losing you, even though running made me lose you. I still love you, Ben, I always will. I get that you've probably moved on. I just....I love you. I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to come here. I uh...I'm going to go now. Goodbye, Ben." I say, trying to make sure my voice doesn't break. 

I stand up, but Ben grabs my wrist.

"No, Delilah. Stay. Please." he whispers. I think about it and nod, he deserves it.

We catch up on everything. He learns where I went, I learn how tour was and how he coped.

He showed me that he still wears the charm bracelet he got me when we were teenagers for my birthday, since I left it when I left.

I showed him that I have his lucky pick around my neck still.

He plays me a song he wrote about me.

I cry over it.

He makes me dinner.

I help.

We fall asleep in each others arms.

And I know that tomorrow is going to be a different story.

But for today, this is exactly where I want to be.

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All my love,

~AlexisInWonderland<3