Ben walks towards me and I know this is it. This is the horrid goodbye he'd been trying to warn me about for the past weeks. I, of course, never believed him. But now I realize he wasn't just messing with me. He was serious.
I don't dare look away, trying to burn his appearance into my mind so I'll never forget my best friend, my boyfriend, my Ben. His disheveled hair that's getting a bit long, even though it was JUST trimmed. His slightly dirty face and somewhat dirty clothes. The almost pained expression as he walked slowly towards me, dragging his feet as if trying to slow time and his departure. But I'll never forget his eyes, not even if I tried. His beautiful green eyes were glazed over and glassy.
I have never once, not in my life, seen Ben Mason cry. Not when we were seven and he jumped of the swing and dislocated his knee. Not when we were ten, and we had to sit on the side of the road while his dog died from being hit by a car. Not when he found out the Skitters killed his mom, or when his dad left on their ship. Not even when he shot his own dad. Ben Mason is by far the strongest person I know, and right now as he walks towards me, he is struggling to hold his tears at bay. Who would ever know that little old Ally Brooks could put a boy in tears?
As he came to a stop, about five feet from me I realized something. I realized, that there was never going to be another person in my life like Ben. Numerous times we had shared 'I love you's, but I had never pictured us getting married. Now as he stood there, I had a brief flash of what I could have had. I pictured our wedding, the beautiful day we would of shared. The love that would only grow as we aged together.
But now I don't even know if I'll ever see my Ben again. With these thoughts, I launched myself forwards and into his arms. His strong, warm arms that never fail to make me feel save enclose me into the tightest hug I've ever experienced. I buried my face into his chest and he held me close with his nose in my hair. Already my eyes were watering, but I was fighting a battle to keep from the dam from breaking.
Unlike Ben, I was a weak person. Although he always told me differently I knew the truth. I didn't cried at every incident, I bawled. When I was frustrated, I started crying. When I read a sad book, I cried. Let's just say I cried often.
So when Ben started whispering in my ear, my water works started. "I-it's going to be okay. Ally, it's going to be alright."
He was trying to comfort me, but all it did was me worse. "I promise you'll be safe, and I will too. I-I...I'll see you again. I prom-mise..." his voice cracked and he lost it too.
We were both crying and embracing each other like it was our life line. I could stand it. If saying goodbye was this hard, how was I going to deal with going to Charleston without him? "P-p-please-e, Ben. Pleas-se lemme go with yo-ou."
My voice came out jumbled, muted and stuttered due to my crying and my face being hidden. "I c-can't stand the th-th-thought of you g-going out on-n your ow-wn. Let me come with you! I l-lo-love you!"
By now I was sobbing. I couldn't take it, and I went limp in his arms. Ben was holding me tight against him, stroking my hair and trying to calm me down before he left. "I can't and you know why," he sniffed.
"I love you too," he whispered to me.
I just sobbed harder in response. I knew. And I understood too, which made it hurt even more.
'You see, the pain that hurts most is the pain of knowing your loved ones could become hurt by something they have to do, and you know you can't do anything to stop it or them,' once said the smartest man I know.
As ironic as it is, that man was Tom Mason, Ben's dad. Tom had said that to me after explains what really happened to Rebecca Mason, Ben's mom and Tom's wife. She sacrificed herself to the Skitters in order for her sons to be safe. Tom didn't tell the boys, he couldn't. He knew just as well as I did that Hal, Ben and Matt would blame themselves for something Rebecca did on her own.
After what seemed like no time at all, but was actually like twenty minutes, Ben had to leave. After many more tears, hugs and kisses, we had to separate.
Watching him walk away was the hardest thing I've ever done. Now I'll just count down the days until he returns and we are reunited.
Author's Note: Well here it is! The idea that's been eating away at my brain fothat's last week! Please, review review review! I'd love to know your opinion on it, if you loved it tell me! If you hated it, suggest some changes! Just let me know! I hope you guys liked it! I'm pretty sure it will stay a one shot, but my fanfiction friends are trying to convince me otherwise... Also note that I pictured Ally looking like Leighton Meester, but with bright blue eyes instead. The top of her head reaches about Ben's nose. She is small and petite, but not super short. Ben is about 6' and Ally is about 5'6 in my story.