I watched as Benjy and Sarah walk to the booth that I was in. The talk with Rose really helped me. I can't believe that I'm taking advice from someone who is around ninety years younger than me. It hurts my pride a bit.

Benjy and Sarah sit down. They were both laughing. About what though? I could feel myself shake upon seeing him. My face heated up and my instincts told me to laugh alongside them. They sit down and my heart beats faster when he sits directly in front of me, but it stopped when I realized that Sarah sat beside him.

I smile and say, "What are you two kids laughing about?" Benjy laughs more and looks at me. His eyes were sparkling and filled with joy. He shifted his body in his seat and his blinks were in almost slow-motion. "Sarah is way funnier than you think." He then told me the same joke that Sarah supposedly said.

To be honest, it wasn't funny at all. It was more cringy than funny. I laughed anyway. It was Benjy; how can you not laugh?

Benjy squirmed in his seat before looking at me. "I have to pee. You know what I want. I'll be right back." He got up and left. Leaving me and Sarah alone. Every positive feeling I've had immediately faded. All I did was stare at Sarah with annoyance and hatred. How else would I look at her?

She looks at me in the same way. I know that she knows that I hate her. I also know that she knows that I know that she knows that I hate her. It was silent until I had stepped in. "Stay away from Benjamin or all you'll be doing is causing trouble." I glare at her and she becomes visibly angry.

"I'm sorry... Was that a threat?" She seemed to be offended. "It's whatever you want it to be. Just stay away." I warn her. It wasn't a threat, it's a warning. She should be thankful at least. Benjy comes back and my smile returns. He didn't take long. "Did you guys order yet?" I shake my head as I see Rose walk over. Like she was waiting for the right moment.

"Hello, Miss No-Name and... Benjamin! I didn't expect you to be here!" She smiles and Benjy and he smiled back the warmest smile. He was so cute. "It's nice to see you too Rose." "I'm guessing you two want the usual?" We both nod in agreement and her head turns towards Sarah.

"And what would you like new girl? A hamburger? Hotdog?" Sarah cringes in her seat. "I'm vegan, do you have anything vegan at all?" Rose's face becomes annoyed. "That's why you have a menu ma'am. Unless, of course, you're blind." Sarah looks embarrassed and finally realizes the menu in the racks beside her.

She picks one up and scans it. Her whole face goes white. "Umm." Knowing the menu, the only vegan thing on there are the salads. That is if you get it undressed. She was having trouble so I ordered for her. "She'll have a plain salad and a water." Rose nods and scribbles it down.

Benjy was trying to hold back a laugh. He also knows the menu to heart. It's the only place we actually eat. That is: whenever we go out to eat. I normally cook when he comes, though I do force him to do half of it. It helps make him learn how to. He's actually really good at cooking, he just doesn't want to try.

Rose laughs and walks away. I can hear her faded voice repeat our order. Sarah looks over at me and scowls. "Why do you even eat meat?" She sounds extremely offended. She looked at me like I was crazy and that meat-eaters were baby killers and cannibals. The woman, herself, is crazy.

"Because it's delicious?" I wasn't hesitant but confused. She doesn't need to start this unnecessary fight. You're vegan, I'm not. Let that be that and we can all get along. "But it kills the animal! They could go extinct and die off. Then we wouldn't have to know what they would have looked like anymore! Isn't that depressing?" She looked at me like I was a five-year-old child.

I almost want to punch her in the face and say "Look at me like I'm an adult, bitch!" But Benjy is here in front of me. "Sarah, there are one and a half billion cows alive in the world right now. I don't think they are gonna go extinct if their population is bigger than it is in America." She makes a low growl sound. It wasn't pleasing, but it wasn't terrifying.

"Okay! You know what we aren't going to do?" We both look at Benjy, our angry still lingering within us. "This fight. It's stupid and I have a headache." He held his head in his hands. It did look like he was in pain. Both of our expressions softened. We forgot about our fight and focused on Benjy. "Benjy, are you Okay?" I'm concerned about him. Okay?

He looks like he's in pain. "I'm fine. Just - just need a minute of silence." We obeyed him as the few long minutes passed. Our hatred for each other was lost in it and our concern for Benjy was prominent. I reached for Benjy slowly, so I don't startle him. "Benjy, I'm really so-" "Shut up!" The noise ringed in the diner and everybody was looking at us.

My hand pulled back from him and Sarah just looked at me is disapproval.

I started to feel sorry for myself. I hated myself. I caused this fight. It was all because I was jealous and I was clouded by my own wants. All I could do was look at my twiddling thumbs. My hands were folded neatly around each other. Each finger had a partner and my eyes chased the playing thumbs. It was easy to ignore it, but it won't be for long.

I knew I just wasn't wanted here. I was the third wheel; a nuisance. Sarah didn't like me and Benjy just doesn't want to see me. He didn't want to go with me here, that's why he took Sarah. The grip of my hands tightened and my eyes watered up. "I'm sorry." They both look at me.

"I should leave." I closed my eyes as I rushed out of the small building. My arms were at my sides, my hands in fists. I could feel the hot tear of self-sorrow roll down my left cheek. Tears starting from the right eye are tears of happiness... tears starting from the left eye are tears of pain. "Wait!" I could hear Benjy's desperation in his voice, but I ignored it. He doesn't want to see me. He just wants to make people think he's not insensitive.

I ran to my car, got in, but I didn't start it. It was dark out and everything was black. I cried for 20 minutes before I regained my composure. My eyes were red, my face not so much. My face doesn't inflame, so I don't blush. It's simple. I just haven't cried in years. I put my key in and started the car up. I put on my headlights and drove to my tiny apartment. Where else am I to go?

I get there and everything is quiet. It was perfect. I had my backpack strapped around my shoulder, for I had to get it out from the back of my car. I threw it in the tiny living room and I walked to my bedroom. I flopped on the bed, not bothering to put on PJs or just take my clothes off. I passed out before I could do anything. I was just too tired.

It's the first time that I'm too tired. This whole experience is tiring. First things are tiring. Especially is it's all you're experiencing. 

I'm telling him tomorrow. I have to or else I'm going to live the rest of my whole immortal life. I want to die. I've tried to kill myself multiple times, but each knife, bullet, rope, ground, et cetera, keep breaking. Surface tension apparently doesn't exist to me if it's lethal. I've never been murdered, so I don't know if that works. It's this fucking curse. You think you'd want to live forever, but you'd be wrong. It's a living hell that you will never escape from. It's a sick game of the gods.

It's a game I'm being forced to play.