Chapter 4: The Courtlauld Gallery
He could just admire her from afar. Soak the image of her in and let her be a figment of someone who could be important to his life, his heart. There would be no heartbreak in that. To just wonder. But Benedict wouldn’t mind if his heart was to be broken into millions of pieces. To feel something so soul crushing, so powerful. He’s never experienced that. Longing, love, heartbreak. He wanted it.
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