Antonia, though still weary of Bennett, knew that somebody needed to be there for him. And, she still wanted to be his friend after all. When she showed up at his door with a gift-wrapped box filled with blood bags and knocked at his door, she gave a short sigh, recalling all the memories of doing the exact same thing under different circumstances when they were together for the short amount of time. It was a nice time, she remembered as she stood looking over the door they almost didn’t make it through a few times. Their love was passionate and fast, something that she was happy to have experienced with him, and regretted leaving behind, even though she felt like she had to. It was a whirlwind of an experience, and Antonia loved the happiest moments of it, but, she also knew herself, and how she wouldn’t allow herself to go through the bad times again.
Upon another knock, Antonia called back, “Bennett? It’s Antonia, I’m letting myself in, so you don’t have to get up.” She pulled out the key to his apartment, one she had been given during their time together when she moved in with him for a bit. Then, she turned the knob slowly to enter his place. Nothing much had changed, and she settled her shoulders before looking around to find where he was. “I brought you a get better gift.” She weakly stated.