An Attempted Sequel || Irish AU 001
Benjy can still taste the vomit in his mouth but he swallows hard, taking a deep breath before he opens the gate to their ridiculous brick house. Manor was probably the proper word, but Benjy, as time had told, was far from being the type of person who knew what “proper” consisted of. God he wants a drink, he can hardly remember wanting a drink as badly. Well, that wasn’t true. Day two or three of withdrawals were slightly worse than this. Slightly.
His fingers itch for a cigarette but he resists. He should just leave, turn around and go to the remnants of the house he grew up in. But his feet betray his brain and keep walking up the path to the front door. To her front door. Then Benjy does the dumbest thing he’s ever done.
He knocks.
For a brief moment, as he hears movement inside, he wonders if she’s even the type of person who answers her own doors, living in a house like this. When the door opens, Benjy nearly falls over.
Cleona is staring at him, her eyes as deep and expressive as ever. Benjy had forgotten how much he had loved blue. He takes her in for a moment-Cleona looks more put together than he ever remembers her being, her clothes look as expensive as her house, and oddly, so does her hair.
Benjy tries to smile but he’s sure he just looks completely pathetic. Two ratty flannels, the old t-shirt, what he had previously considered a “nice” pair of jeans and the jacket she had picked out for him at the thrift store almost ten years ago now. Benjy’s stomach lurches and his throat goes completely dry.
“Morning.” He says, realizing as soon as he says it that it is now well past noon. “Uh, er, um, Afternoon, I suppose.”
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