"I'll wait for you.." Benji begged, his pleading eyes were beginning to look like the puddles you'd find in the forest after raining all morning.
Jorge smiled, a sad blush on his face. Red, because of the mere thought that Benji would want to wait for him. All that time apart after moving from this state to the next, and their young age.
Sad because, it was doomed. They knew it, both of them.
But they didn't dare say it. They pretended the thought didn't even exist.
That Benji would wait for months and get absolutely destroyed over it, staying up late in the night and talking to the stars for comfort.
And Jorge, the one who knew it wouldn't last. He knows good things come to an end, and he knew Benji was a good thing.
So he just sadly smiled, the corners of his lips turned in a quivering upward angle.
Benji quickly stepped forward and hugged him, engulfing him for, what he knew, was the last time.
Jorge took a breath in, a long dee breath. He wanted to remember what Benji smelled like.
Was it weird to say he smelled like warm?
Benji took the last moments to smell his hair, the strawberry shampoo he used always seemed to be more noticeable in his hair, then when Benji used it. He'd miss that scent, and any time he'd see a strawberry scented anything, he'd think of Jorge's blond curls, and how they twist around itself so beautifully.
They let go, unfortunately, and Jorge got into the car, closing the door.
Benji tried not to cry, and he promised himself he wouldn't. But, as we know, some promises we make we know we'll break.
A heavy stream of tears flowed down his face and stained his shirt, as Jorge and his parents drove off.
Benji didn't know what he'd do without him. He didn't know what would happen after, and he didn't want to think about it.
So he walked home, crying the whole way, sobbing and hiccuping. A snot trail from his nose to his mouth. Gross, but, he didn't care. How could he?
He opens the front door and his mom was standing in the kitchen. She instantly looked towards him.
She had knew jorge was moving today. She didn't know how it would affect Benji. If he'd cry, if he'd hide it deep down and pretend he was fine.
But some things just hurt too much to hide. She knew that.
So when she saw her boy absolutely destroyed, she knew what he needed.
She ran towards him and wrapped her long slender arms around him.
Benji sobbed into her chest, and she ran her hand up and down the small of his back.
"I luh-luh- love him, so muh-much." Benji croaked, sobbing into his moms arms.
He nodded, because she knew.
"I know you do, I know." She responded, trying to hold him tightly enough that maybe she'd be able to fix his broken pieces.
How Benji despised Jorge's parents. For taking his flower away from him, and bribing him to a city full of drought.
Please don't kill my flower.
Yeah idk what this is but 3 am makes me sad
