Author's note: I'm a slow writer and I apologize for that. Usually I get major block after 1 or 2 chapters and then abandon the whole thing. Hopefully I'll be able to finish this one.
Summary: takes place after the last FF of Something Nice Back Home.
Disclaimer: not mine, none of them.
High And Dry
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
He ran his hands over the door, his fingertips grazing the lines of the wood. He sighed heavily and pressed his forehead against the frame, swallowing hard, his eyes shut. The world didn't seem to stop spinning and he'd bet anything it wasn't because of the alcohol or the pain killers. It was because of her. Because of him. Because of those painful things he said to her. Because of her tears, that look. Because he knew this very well could be the end.
It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away
He never left her porch.
He wasn't dumb enough to drive at his state, and he really couldn't bear to stay away.
So he stayed there for nearly 2 hours, plummeting from his high, although really – nothing in the way he felt was high.
He didn't want to end up like his father, alone, away from his family, dead.
He didn't want to go down that road he was slowly but surely driving.
All he ever really wanted was her. And now, he finally got her, was he really going to let her go this easily?
He took a deep breath followed by a heavy sigh.
And knocked.