Benedict looked out of the great office window, allowing the blurred city skyline to converge with his thoughts and memories of Sabrina. With each passing day, the absence was felt more, though a part of him did not want to acknowledge it. Sabrina loved him. He knew that. She had stayed with him all these years, through everything he had done in order to give her reason to leave. She was loyal, resilient, forgiving – everything he had ever taken for granted.
She had left, and every nook and corner of their home felt empty without her warmth, without her soft laughter and gentle presence.
"No, no," he muttered to himself, his hands in fists. "She'll come back. She loves me too much to be away for so long.".
He slumped back in his chair, fighting off the growing ache in his chest. Remembr
