#idshipthat

RULES: 1. Post the rules. 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in the post then make new ones. 3. Tag 11 people and link them to your post. 4. Let them know you tagged them.

My questions for you guys! (tagged): What is your favourite thing about yourself? My hair How long have you been on Tumblr? Since this august, i don’t remember the day Why do you think I tagged you and not some random other follower? I’ve got no idea but i’m glad you choose me, i really like you and your blog :) If you could meet one follower, who would it be? Just one?? Well, i would go with J-ackery. I’m sorry guys, there are many of you that i would like to meet (including the lovely guy who tagged me), but he’s the first in line. If for one day you could have all the money you wanted, what would you do? Book a ticket for every San Diego Comic Con, buy cosplays, hide some money, buy a lot of airplane tickets, and i would love to meet every single one of my followers ^^ Main fandom? Superwholock, Lotr/the hobbit and Marvel i guess, but i’m in more fandoms than that If you could be invisible, what would you do? Except pranking a lot of awful people i know… I would finish the ideas very soon so i would ask my friend about this and prank whoever they wanted. Favourite food? Cous-Cous with tuna, corn and a fried egg (long story) If your celebrity crush walked in the door, and started talking to you, wanting to get to know you, how would you react? (Dying) i would start telling him how much he mean to me, how good is he, and i would never stop talking with him. If you could change your name, what would it become? I’ve got no idea, i don’t really like my name but it’s who i am, and i don’t want to change it. Any events you’re looking forward to this year? I really want to pass this year, and i would love to meet some of you! I usually go on England once a year in my summer holidays, and since a lot of you live there… But there’s a lot of time since then.

My questions:

It has been two weeks since he last saw her. Two weeks, and he doesn’t think his heart can handle the pain any longer. Ben cranes his neck, eyes skimming over the scene at the park, searching for his one true love. She said she would meet him here at eleven. It’s nearly quarter past and there is no sign of her. She’s not coming.  Ben thinks, standing from where he sat on the swing. She’s not coming and she doesn’t love me.

His phone vibrates suddenly in his pocket, three steady pulses that mimic his heartbeat. His hands tremble as he pulls it from his pocket and stares at the screen. Jenna. His heart sinks — he already knows what the message says. Ben lifts the phone to his ear.

“Ben,” her voice floods through Ben’s ears. Oh, how he missed the sound of her voice. “I’m sorry, I can’t meet you today. Something came up with Corby.” So they were together. “He really needs me right now and I can’t leave him alone. I’m sorry, Ben. It’s just better this way.”

The line goes silent. Ben closes his eyes, that feeling returning to in heart. That feeling of emptiness, mixed with anger. Most of the time, it is the emptiness that overrides the anger, but this time, it is the latter. Fury rises in his chest. He cannot bear it anymore. He can’t live like this.

This must end.

And there is only one way to finish this.

  ***

The dark alley of the Hunt Valley movie theater conceals Ben from the mass of pre-teens standing at the entrance. Their squeals and screams make chills run up and down his spine. The noise reminds him of a time, not so long ago when he was with Jenna. She’d look at the teens, rolling her eyes, and mock their high pitched squeals.

The memory sends Ben spiraling in nostalgia. Sharp pangs shoot at his heart, every beat drawing him closer and closer to utter defeat. He loves her . . . so much he can barely stand it. Even now, standing alone in an alley, he can almost hear the sound of her voice — her laugh.

The noise snaps Ben from his reverie of memories. He wasn’t imagining it, it was her voice. Ben presses his back to the wall, and peeks over the edge of the building. Strolling from the exit of the theater, Corby and Jenna walk hand in hand. Corby leans over and mutters something into her ear, sending her into a fit of girlish laughter.

 At the sight, Ben feels sick.

Wrath begins to bubble in his throat, and he is thirsty. Thirsty for revenge, that is.

The couple stops just a few yards from the alley. “Goodnight, Corby,” he can hear Jenna says. “I love you.” She wraps her arms around him before turning to depart, a smile on her face. Corby stands alone now, grinning as his love recedes into the darkness.

Ben licks his lips, anticipation creeping over his skin. Now is the time to put his plan into action. “Corby!” he hisses. The other boy turns, frowning into the alley.

“Hello? Is someone there?” He takes a few tentative steps forward. One more step, and Ben springs into action.