YEAR: 2041
YEAR: 2041-2042
YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by BENITO O'LEARY on Oct 27, 2018 10:03:08 GMT -5
Benito was happy. His restaurant was doing great and he had even been given the chance to earn another star because his place was doing so well. he couldn’t be happier. Or maybe he could. The only thing that would top everything that has been happening to him lately would be him and HAZEL BRIGGS working things out and actually being on better terms. Then his life would be complete.
He missed her something fierce. He often wished he could go back and change what had happened that night. To where he never let himself drink so much so that he never would have given her sister the opportunity to take advantage of him. He could barely see straight that night, the amount of alcohol he had consumed had completely taken away his ability to do anything except lay there. And she capitalized on it. And then Hazel walked in.
They were divorced not too long after, even though he hadn't wanted that to be the outcome. But she wouldn't hear him out. She knew what she saw and that was all there was to say. Nothing else form him would change that. Not even the truth. So he gave her the divorce because he knew he had fucked up. But he still wanted her back, he still loved her with everything he had. That was why h had still gone through with naming the restaurant what he did. That restaurant was to be their legacy, their future, and he wanted that to still be the case.
He tried to keep his mind off of that though, even though it was hard as hell. He needed to keep his focus when he was working, and with this upcoming Michelin opportunity. He reminded himself of this as he made his way down the street towards the gym. Normally he would have gone to Fabs Abs, but he didn't want to risk running into Hazel. After the night of his opening, he has tried so hard to keep his distance from her, even though every fiber of his being wanted to be closer to her. He didn't want to anger her further.
He got to the gym and then headed into the changing room. He changed into his shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and then locked his stuff up before heading back out to the gym. The treadmill was his destination. Running always offered him a sense of clarity and he liked to 'pound the pavement' to help get his head on straight. He took the towel and water bottle he had and placed them in the holder before he turned the machine on and started walking. He hit the buttons to step up the pace and then got himself into a groove.
He missed her something fierce. He often wished he could go back and change what had happened that night. To where he never let himself drink so much so that he never would have given her sister the opportunity to take advantage of him. He could barely see straight that night, the amount of alcohol he had consumed had completely taken away his ability to do anything except lay there. And she capitalized on it. And then Hazel walked in.
They were divorced not too long after, even though he hadn't wanted that to be the outcome. But she wouldn't hear him out. She knew what she saw and that was all there was to say. Nothing else form him would change that. Not even the truth. So he gave her the divorce because he knew he had fucked up. But he still wanted her back, he still loved her with everything he had. That was why h had still gone through with naming the restaurant what he did. That restaurant was to be their legacy, their future, and he wanted that to still be the case.
He tried to keep his mind off of that though, even though it was hard as hell. He needed to keep his focus when he was working, and with this upcoming Michelin opportunity. He reminded himself of this as he made his way down the street towards the gym. Normally he would have gone to Fabs Abs, but he didn't want to risk running into Hazel. After the night of his opening, he has tried so hard to keep his distance from her, even though every fiber of his being wanted to be closer to her. He didn't want to anger her further.
He got to the gym and then headed into the changing room. He changed into his shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and then locked his stuff up before heading back out to the gym. The treadmill was his destination. Running always offered him a sense of clarity and he liked to 'pound the pavement' to help get his head on straight. He took the towel and water bottle he had and placed them in the holder before he turned the machine on and started walking. He hit the buttons to step up the pace and then got himself into a groove.
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