*21* He is my home

Securing a place at the corner of the hall, I look around. Now that the fundraising event is over, the party is on the full swing, people here are less careful of what the media is going to say tomorrow. The main reason behind it is, most of them are very much drunk.

Chuckling to myself, I spy on Benedict. He seems to be much soberer than the others yet I have never seen him without a drink in his hand. He is socialising with other businessmen with a smile plastered on his face. Randomly his eyes scurry back at me every now and then, as though he is trying to make sure I didn't run away after his confession.

I won't lie, that I am not scared but I still want him in my life. In this one and a half months, I was sure doing all the chores of my life, but there was a nagging feeling inside me that something is not right; and now standing in front of him, I can tell, it was him. I missed him.