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pov jorge
the car ride to the restaurant was quiet but nice. the place where we were going to eat was only about 20 minutes away and the calm breeze that swept into the car was almost breathtaking and helped me to relax a bit more. after the long day of packing I was very tired I just want to sleep to be honest but I don't want to be rude in and give up the offer to actually start a conversation with my new family so I decided to go with them. after a while we arrived, it wasn't fancy, just a basic restaurant. thank god. I didn't want them to do all stuff that's too much just for me, and even if it wasn't for me. i'm not into that.

"feeling better?" benji asked me on our way in. I just answered with a nod. I didn't really feel like being all that open today. the place was small and crowded. i tried not to panic as I don't want that to be their impression of me. we sat down at a table and it felt like the place got more crowded by the second which made me feel really bad. i had always dealt with anxiety It was something i've had since i was little. I had never been able to control it and these past days it's gotten worse and worse. i sighed to myself feeling a panic attack overwhelm my thoughts. I stood up and ran out of the restaurant, not turning back. i didn't want benji to see me like this. I kept running until i reached a grassy meadow, the sun was almost setting and the warm breeze filled my senses.

pov benji
i turned my attention to jorge who had just stormed out of the restaurant. My parents looked confused as anything but i knew how he must have been feeling. I ran out the door after him, vaguely telling my parents that i was going to find him and we'd come back later as i knew jorge wouldn't want to let my parents see him in that state that he was. The area i lived in wasn't that large and most places were very close together so finding jorge wasn't going to be a difficult task. The sun had set and i began to approach a field when i saw a curly headed boy sitting in the meadow ahead. it was jorge. i slowly approached him and sat next to him, trying not scare him even more. When he looked up to see who was there i caught is glimpse of his tear stained face and bright eyes. i hugged him immediately, deciding that in this situation actions were most likely going to be better than words. He hugged me back tightly,
almost afraid to let go.

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