 Shipper Queen Hippie Quad
Benjamin closed his eyes as the pain in his arm made him a little nauseas. But when he heard a voice calling to him, saying they were coming, he got chills down his back. He knew that voice. He knew that voice anywhere. Sure enough, the owner of that voice was Emmylyne.
Taking a deep breath as his emotions ran wild, he looked into her eyes. He could of stood there looking at her forever, before her harsh voice brought him back to his sences. She didnt think he was the real Benjamin? What letters? Somebody was trying to scare his wife?
"Emmy," he croaked. He in fact had not used his voice in some time, so it was a bit raspy. "Its me. Benji." He looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes, almost begging with her to believe him.
Even in her worried state, Ben couldnt help but think she was the gorgeous person on the earth. He had missed her so much. His heart was aching just being in her presence. Not knowing how long he had been gone, he hoped it wasnt to late to tell her that he loved her dearly. She was the only thing that made him survive during those beating. She was the only person who kept him going when he felt like giving up those awful nights. She was the only woman in his life who kept him alive while he nearly froze to death in the mountains and died of starvation.
As Emmy began mentioning his grave, he stepped closer to her. He didnt want to hear her saying anything about him having a grave. "Emmy, there is no grave. I am alive. I am here." he said, holding on to his arm. His arm throbbed with the sudden move but he didnt care. He needed to be close to her.
His eyes (well eye, his other eye to closed off to show anything) were coated with deep passion, as he looked at her. How was he suppose to make her believe that he was real, whole and living. How could she think he was dead? She had to have known that he would come back to her, some how, some way, someday. A small dark brown curl of hair fell down into his sight of vision, as he began to shake.
When she said she was going to hurt him and put him in Azkaban, he wrapped his arm around her. The other arm fell limply to his side. "Emmy. I have no idea how Im suppose to get you to believe me. But it is me. I love you." he whispered into her hair. He was raised to never cry. But now as he stood on the porch, his eyes grew misty. A ball formed in the back of his throat that he couldnt seem to get out of.
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