A small sob forced its way out of Benâs mouth and he moved eagerly towards Hamlet, trying earnestly not to jostle him too much as he settled in beside him. For a moment Benvolio felt that in some wya they were normal, though perhaps was the least normal thing theyâd ever done. âI am so sorry I let this happen to you.â
While he was the one to lay in the hospital with cuts and bruises, Hamlet couldn't find it in him to worry about himself. The amount of concern for a man he couldn't remember seemed to take over his whole body and soon, he had an arm weakly wrapped around him. "Don't," he muttered, "don't say that because it's not your fault. It's no ones fault but my own. I'll pay the price when I'm out of here but for right now, I just want to remember you, okay? I want to wake up in the morning and remember you. Remember what it's like to have kissed you and - what it meant to love you."


















