Sometimes he still got tagged in memes old photos of him with ridiculous captions. He didn’t mind anymore. He’d laugh, shake his head, and say, “That guy tried too hard.”
But deep down, he was grateful for him the overconfident, delusional dreamer who had believed he could change the world with glitter hoodies and vague wisdom. Because without him, he’d never have learned what really mattered.
One evening, as the sun set behind the city skyline, Benedict sat outside the center, sipping a cup of cheap coffee.
