Dear Benjamin Novelas e Histórias

"Eat and be healthy. You still need to donate blood next week." My throat closed up. My eyes burned but I refused to let the tears fall. Of course. That's all I was to him. A blood bag. Something to be maintained so it keeps working. "Yes, sir." I whispered the words without looking up. Dominic went back to his seat. He picked up his tablet again, not looking at me. I might as well have been invisible again. I looked down at the food. It smelled amazing. My body was screaming at me to eat after two days of nothing.

So, she quickly processed it for me. The next second, I received a private, provoking message from Chelsea. In the photo, Benjamin, who had always been afraid of heights, was at an amusement park, riding a roller coaster with her and Sadie. She wrote, "Only smart people know when to back down." No wonder Benjamin claimed to be busy. That was why he didn't even bother asking and just agreed so quickly. He was busy accompanying his new family. I sneered and replied, "I can't help if someone loves picking up trash. In that case, I'll leave it to them."

I do". Noah said with complete love and warmth. And Benjamin knew he could trust him forever. "I... Dont know what to say Noah. I.. Uhmm *Benjamin cleared his throat. Blinking his eyes fast to clear his vision*. I just want to say that i dont need any space for myself Noah. I love to be encaged by you. I would always want you to remind me of the time and place that you are waiting for me and i have to rush back to you. We will make this relationship work together Noah.

Of course, all of that had to remain as some sort of a fantasy. “Elena.” He looks impressed with me as I stand up and greet him. He doesn’t even look at Uncle Marcus and act surprised. He just sees it as a normal thing. Another reason to like him. “God, you look amazing! It’s been way too long! How come I haven’t seen you around?” “I had to leave and do other things with my life,” is all I can say. “Sit and make yourselves at home. This is Marcus.” “Sir, it’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Benjamin says, shaking Uncle Marcus’s hand firmly. “I have to confess: when I got your email, I was freaking out! I didn’t know what to do!”

Cheryl paused, neither advancing nor retreating. She spoke first, her expression hardening, and her voice sharp as she questioned, "What exactly are you trying to do, Benjamin?" Benjamin stopped just two steps away, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his forearms. Instead of answering her directly, his gaze lingered on her tightly pressed lips. In a calm, almost matter-of-fact tone, as if he were stating something mundane, he said, "Picking you up after work."