You Shouldn't Have Done That Ben Drowned 소설 & 이야기

The moonlight was filtering through the water, casting an eerie silver glow over the riverbed. Benjamin's eyes scanned the area, and then he saw him—Adam's small body, stuck in a thick clump of moss that grew on the riverbed. Benjamin's heart skipped a beat as he swam towards him, his movements swift and urgent. He reached Adam's side and gently pried him loose from the moss. Adam's body was limp, and his eyes were closed. Benjamin's heart sank as he realized that Adam wasn't moving, wasn't breathing. With a surge of adrenaline, Benjamin wrapped his arms around Adam's body and kicked his legs, propelling them both towards the surface. The water rushed past them, and Benjamin's lungs burned f

This was his doing! I jumped when Ben cried out. Baku had sunk his nails in and blood was dripping from his chin. “Okay I’ll tell you just let him go!” Baku released his hold and Ben dropped on his hands gasping. “Speak up!” “I don’t know exactly how it works but...”

Ben placed his hand on my shoulder, his grip was firm and steady. "Luciano, look at me," Ben commanded softly. I turned my head to look at him. "The beach isn't real. There is no tsunami," Ben assured me. "You are not drowning. You are right here in your bedroom, in the US. You are safe, Luciano. Take a deep breath. Let the past stay in the past." I focused on his voice, forcing my heartbeat to steady. Slowly, the phantom feeling of water in my lungs began to fade away.

We all gather in the kitchen. I reach for the coffee pot, but before I can even fill it, Ben vaults over the counter and snatches it from my hands like a caffeinated ninja. “What the hell are you doing?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at his muddy, blood-covered form. “Your little James Bond slide just ruined everything! Evelyn’s going to murder us.” He snorts and fills the jug with water. “I’d rather face Evelyn’s wrath than die from your toxic brew.”

“Nothing’s funny, Becca. And don't bring that prince thing, ‘cause I'm over it. It's a fake news and that rumor already died about few days ago. Let's be serious here. Now tell me, where have you been—hep! don't philosophize me.” “Okay, fine. I went to Nena's house,” I replied. Lines get more visible on her forehead. “Do you think I’d buy that?” “What? If you don’t believe it, then asked Nena by yourself—” “I will ask her first thing tomorrow—” “Great. Can I sleep now?” “Don't sleep if your hair is wet. Wipe it thoroughly.” “Aye, aye Ma'am,” I replied and let out a chuckle. “Crazy bitch. Take note of this, if I find out that you're flirting—”

She said we had to weigh it down with rocks, as heavy as possible, so the body would never float back up. "She wanted her to sink as deep as she could go, deep enough that no one would ever find her." The living room went deathly still. Dad's cane slipped from his grip and struck the floor with a hollow thud. His whole body swayed. Every trace of color vanished from Tristan's face. Callum stood frozen in place, as though even his breathing had stopped. It was Dad who finally broke the silence. He turned to Callum, enunciating every word, "You were so determined to protect Elise Mercer, weren't you?"

It was the quiet, chilling finality of being utterly forgotten. When I finally arrived at Chloe’s, she took one look at my ashen face and the raw despair in my eyes, and didn't need to ask. She simply opened her arms, and I collapsed into them, the dam finally breaking. We sat on her couch for what felt like hours, the city lights painting shifting patterns on the walls, while I recounted the morning’s events, my voice choked with emotion. Chloe listened, her presence a steady anchor in my storm of grief. She didn’t offer platitudes, no easy reassurances that everything would be alright. Instead, she acknowledged the depth of my pain, validating the shock and devastation that had descended u

I stared at Ben in horror, trembling violently. Panicking, I tried to question him. However, he had already pushed me away with tears in his eyes. He stepped back and stood far away at the doorway. Then, without warning, blood gushed from his mouth. A chill instantly ran down my spine. I scrambled forward, stumbling and crawling toward him. "Don't do this, Ben! Please, don't die! You can't just leave me and the baby like this!" I begged. However, it was already too late. Blood spouted continuously from Ben's mouth, and within seconds, his life slipped away.

I screamed when I saw myself falling into the ground. I closed my eyes, If I were about to die, I wish that I can see her again. Few seconds passed but there’s no sign of me being dead. I slowly opened my eyes. I looked below me, there I saw a pool of water in a form of a couch, and it was also squishy. I looked at Amansinaya, and then I remembered what she said. “Trust me.” They both ran in my direction. I looked at my back where the Kapre is. I winced when I saw how his neck was split open. A pool of green fluid flood near his neck.

In my terror and panic, it felt like a lifeline. I couldn't even kill a fish when cooking. My husband, Benjamin Alton, always did that for me. Now, I had killed a living human being. I was falling apart. The man I had killed was named Justin Finnick. Half a month ago, my husband, Benjamin, was walking home from work when he saw a girl fall into the river. Without hesitation, he jumped in to save her. He managed to rescue her, but his legs cramped in the freezing water, and he couldn't get back out.