Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Marriage and Barbados

...continued

"Ben?" You repeat, moving closer to him. Benedict's face drops slightly.

"I know you were" Benedict replies casually. You fold your arms over your chest

"Why have you gone all weird?" You ask. Benedict shrugs.

"It's not as if marriage is on the cards anyway." You add. Benedict leans against the wall.

"What makes you say that?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter, I'm going go and-"

"Y/N, what's going on?" Benedict interrupts, standing upright.

"Nothing" you reply bluntly. Benedict raises his eyebrow.

"we'd better go and get ready. Don't want to miss our reservation" you say, turning round and going downstairs.
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Two hours later.
"I love you, you know that right?" You say quietly, fiddling with the bread stick in your hand. Benedict places his menu down slowly in front of him.

"Where's this come from?" He asks. You flicker your eyes to your hands.

"It's just, you've not been yourself all afternoon". You reply. Benedict sighs slightly and rubs his head.

"What did you mean before when you said 'it's not as if marriage is on the cards?''' Benedict asks.

"Well, exactly that." You reply casually.
Benedict rolls his eyes, picking his menu back up.

"Your surprised that I said that? Ben, we've been together for a year-"

"And in love with each other for six" Benedict replies bluntly, putting his menu down before staring at you.

" would you ever want to marry me?" Benedict asks. You look at him

"Ben, I don't want to do this now-"

"Answer, yes or no?" Benedict interrupts.

"I don't know? I don't know Benedict- I want to be with you of course, but I don't know. I-"

"So all this talk of us having children and getting married was all make belief? You're surprised that I want to marry you? That what we've been doing here was actually going to turn into something more?" Benedict asks, his tone changing.

"How soon are you planning on getting married? I'm just not ready now, I don't know how I'm going to feel in the next few months or years, I don't know." You reply as Benedict's face drops.

"I can't do this right now. I'm going home." He replies bluntly. Benedict buries his hand in his blazer jacket and pulls out his wallet before handing it to you.

"Dinners on me" he says bluntly before getting off his chair. Benedict turns to you before running his hand through his hair.

"You were right. I didn't have the strength to fight for you. But now you don't seem to have the strength to fight for us"Benedict says sadly before turning round and leaving the restaurant.
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You walk into your apartment, turning on the light as you walk through the living room.
You see Benedict sat on a stool in the kitchen, messing with the glass of whisky in his hand.