Confronting Ben
Afterward, I realized I could no longer ignore it—I had to speak to Ben directly. “Can we talk outside?” I asked. He hesitated but eventually agreed. The cool night air carried an urgency that matched my pounding heart. “Ben, I need to know what’s going on,” I pressed. “You’ve been different, and it scares me.” His eyes locked onto mine, heavy with meaning he wasn’t ready to voice.
Confronting Ben
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