The lights were off in the small apartment. The TV barely emitted any sound, it's cold light casting shadows about the room. Laying on the couch was a man, his wild red hair pulled back into a long ponytail. He was laying on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, the other hand carelessly resting on the neck of a beer bottle. His breathing was slow, but not slow enough to indicate sleep. I'm such a damn idiot! I just stood there and let the love of my life walk away!, he thought angrily as he propped himself up on one elbow, taking a long drink from the almost empty bottle. He felt the first waves of drunkenness wash over him. Cursing himself again he threw the empty bottle across the room where it struck the wall and shattered. All traces of anger seemed to vanish as he lay back down, tears swimming in his green-blue eyes.

The redhead staggered up from the couch, grabbing another beer from the fridge. He smirked humorlessly to himself as a memory flashed through his mind. "Reno, should really should stop drinking." "I don't drink often." "Just when you're upset." "I guess you could say that." Reno laughed harshly as he tilted the bottle back and drank some before returning to the couch. He was either too drunk to notice the tears running down his face or he ignored them.

He laid down on the couch again, vaguely focusing on the TV. He sighed and channel surfed for a bit, trying to keep his mind off his ex-lover. He thought back to the argument that had resulted in the breakup. Somewhere in his mind, the tiny bit that was sober, he was screaming at himself for losing something so precious over a silly little argument. The drunken part of him laughed even as more tears ran down his face. It's been three days!, he thought. He took another drink, knowing that his lover wasn't coming back.
He turned the TV volume off, keeping it on simply for the light. He glanced at his watch. 2 a.m. He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. Damn, life sucks!, he thought. Three days and no phone calls or contact of any kind. Three days of heartache. Three freaking days of loneliness and alcohol. Reno hadn't been sober once since the separation. Tears poured down his face as he lay there, his body shaking with silent sobs. He hated the emotional stage of drunkenness. He hated showing weakness, but dammit this hurt! A bullet or sword cut was nothing compared to a broken heart. He felt as if he were dying. No. Dying would be a mercy after this. Every day he had to be cold and emotionless. Part of being a Turk. But, all he wanted to do right now was release all the pain he felt. It's my fault! I was to stubborn to apologize and now I've lost the only thing in my life worth living for! To hell with pride! It's done nothing but cause me grief., he thought miserably as he curled up on the couch, wishing for sleep and praying this was all a bad dream.

This is a story that can basically be used for any Reno pairing. I'm going through some heartache myself and decided to make my favorite Turk suffer along with me. Written while listening to "Tonight I Wanna Cry" by Keith Urban.