After a few moments, the door creaked open, and there he stood, concern etched on his face.
"Erica," Muya said softly, pulling me into a warm embrace. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was bittersweet. His hug was genuinely comforting—the kind of warmth that I desperately needed. But as I rested my head against his chest, my heart grew heavier with emotion.
How I wished it was Benjamin holding me like this, offering the same comfort and warmth. But he wasn't here, and that emptiness lingered, gnawing at the edges of my heart.
Muya's embrace was a temporary solace, a bandage on a wound that only Benjamin could truly heal.
I tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the safety and comfort I felt in Muya's arms, but deep down, I couldn't escape the longing for the man I truly loved. As much as I appreciated Muya's concern, it only highlighted the void that Benjamin's absence had created.
