*29* Love Battles with the world

Benedict is standing in front of the small window that is now wide open. The heater is off, and I instantly hug myself. Benedict dislikes cold but now that I see him from behind, I can tell, he needed cold air as though he needed to be numb. Seeing the name of his mother must have made him realise, he can never outrun them. I curse mentally, the perfect moment is gone. I don't expect him to continue what he was just telling me minutes ago.

Nonetheless, I walk slowly towards him, wincing that I have neglected to wear my socks. The way his shoulders are hunched forward he seems proud and defeated both. Proud because a man like Benedict can never bow down to any situation, and defeated because, even fighting with all his might, he simply can't let go of the fact that the basic foundation of his life is nothing but a lie.