The Unseen- Broken Bonds (Part 2)

“Tears are the silent language of grief.”

  • Voltaire

Ben began looking though the file while Voltaire looked away. Invisible tears rolled down from Voltaire’s worthless eyes as he realized that he always thought Ben would stay forever. Embarrassed, he forced himself not to wipe his eyes and let the tears dry into invisible salt paths on his face.

“We have the dirt,” Ben said. “She has an unearthly strength.”

“I am not in the mood for jokes,” Voltaire said in a stoic voice.

“I’m not,” said Ben, turning up the volume on his laptop.

Voltaire listened as he heard metal tear and wood smash into pieces followed by a squeak. A woman’s voice said, “Not another desk! I need a new one, get me an oak desk. I’ll probably break that one too, but oak desks are in. I have no idea, why, we just all love chopped up oak tree because that wood is cooler then maple for some reason. ”

“There you go,” Ben said. “Now I have to go, this is my stop.”

“Why are you doing this?” Voltaire asked as Ben put the laptop on the seat and climbed out of the car. Voltaire followed Ben out the door on to the sidewalk. It didn’t matter if he was no longer protected by his car tinted windows or that they were near a fancy restaurant.

“I had a wake-up call in the bar today. I have to leave. I’m always being dragged back into crime. If I really want to change my life, I have to get away from everything. I know it means that I am going to lose you. That’s why I agreed to be your eyes for this one last time.”

“I need you,” Voltaire whispered.

“I am so sorry,” Ben said as he watched the floating suit tremble.

Voltaire could not speak. His tongue no longer seemed to work. He did not know what to say so he reached out to shake Ben’s hand. Ben looked at that floating plastic glove and pulled Voltaire into a hug. Voltaire fell into the embrace eagerly.

They stood outside the car holding each other. Voltaire could hear a man-made waterfall and smell the dirt on Ben’s suit. Eventually, Ben pulled away and then he was gone.

Voltaire stood there, staring blindly in the direction he thought Ben had gone until Kelly got out and helped him back in the car.

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Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.


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