imagines ◦benny rodriguez / luis mendoza

the letter ◦ benny rodriguez

In which a girls best friend was nothing but a configuration of her imagination, and one day, he simply stops appearing. She is oblivious to the fact that he isn't a real person. Two years later, she decides to write him a letter in hope that he will one day come back, returning the happiness she was robbed of during her time without him.
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Benjamin Rodriguez
Location, Unknown

Benny,
I can't remember the last time I spoke your name out loud. I am so afraid to speak of you in a way as I would have two years ago because I know in the long run it will only lead to heartache.

I can't afford to hurt anymore, Benny.

I turned eighteen last week and all I could think of was my sixteenth birthday. The thought makes me smile. Do you remember? All of my friends had forgotten about it so you came to me in my vulnerable state as I cried in my bed and you comforted me. You took me by my hand and we ran throughout the endless valley roads on the northside, laughing at all those who had done us wrong in life. Don't you remember?

I don't take the roads on the northside anymore.

If I am to leave this town, I now go the extra eleven miles to avoid all of those lost memories.

It hurts, Benny.

I went to a party the other night. I didn't know anyone there and it reminded me of when you'd always encourage me to find comfort in strangers. I wish you would have been there. I tried to listen, but all I managed to find comfort in was the bottom of a glass bottle.

I was so wasted, Benny. We would have laughed about it together the next day.
The Dodgers won the world series last month. You would have been so happy. I'll never forget the way your eyes seemed to light up, as you would ramble on for hours about how they were your favorite team. Laying in my bed with you on a rainy day, and listening to you name off players you admired was my favorite thing.

High school is almost over now. I only have a few more months until graduation. I wish you could be here. The last time I saw you I was sixteen, which is the age you'll always be, forever in my mind.

Im so scared, Benny.

I can't help but feel homesick. This town hasn't been home since the last time I saw your face. In a few months, I am to leave this place. I'll be at a big college, maybe somewhere in the city. I will be leaving the valley and all of the adventures we endured behind. 

You told me I'd do good in life, Benny.
Where as normally I'd never doubt a word you'd say, I'm having a hard time believing so.

Please, come home Benny.

I'm afraid that I am beginning to forget the sound of your voice.

-Sincerely yours