As Muya's insistent suggestion, "Shouldn't you go to him, Erica? It seems like he's waiting for you."
Muya urged, his concern evident in his tone. pierced the air, and a sense of urgency tinged with concern enveloped the scene. His words echoed with a gentle yet persistent cadence, urging me to take action. The weight of his concern was palpable, adding an extra layer of complexity to the moment.
Benjamin approached with determined strides, and the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Each step seemed to resonate with purpose, filling the space with his commanding presence. The sound of his footsteps reverberated against the floor, heightening the tension in the air.
I felt a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within my chest—a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. The intensity of Benjamin's gaze bore down on me, like a tangible force drawing me into his world. Every glance, laden with unspoken words, seemed to carry the weight of our shared history.
