It's one o'clock in the morning. I was wearing a black hoodie and black pants. Both of my hands were slid into its pockets and both were tightly clasped. The hood covered my head as I stood inside an old warehouse.
Here I am at the place Benj said where the customer will meet me. I haven't done this in a long time, I told Benj before that I don't want to because I'm scared.
We quarreled and I thought we had agreed to stop together, but he asked me earlier that I would deliver it here because he was already hot on the authorities. It was there that I realized he hadn’t even stopped.
It was frustrating to know that, but my love for him still prevailed. Eventually I just tried to understand his reason.
I hope this is the last time we do this, we talked before I left that it woul
