Just call my name
You'll be okay
Your scream is burning through my veins
When I opened my eyes this morning, the ring was on my bedside table. I turned over to get up and smacked into Ben who was sleeping on top of my covers, fully clothed, his arm out as if he had just let go of me. He hadn't come home after work last night. I finally called Daniel (Ben's younger brother) because I was worried about him and Daniel said he was probably at a meeting (AA) and that I can't feel responsible for Ben's emotions. He's right but it doesn't make it easier.
I slipped out of the room and went down to look after feeding the pets and making coffee. I brought him back up a cup and shook his shoulder and he bolted up. I almost dropped the cup.
I'm sorry, little bee.
No, I'm sorry.
I told you before you don't need to protect me from Caleb.
I can try.
He can't hurt us.
You don't know that, Ben.
Is that the only reason you gave the ring back?
No.
What's the other reason?
What if it doesn't work out?
What if it does?
