I'm back once again. Decided against using AO3 as my main writing platform, FF is a lot easier to navigate & I used to talk to so many NGO fans on here so I made the decision to stick with it.
Okay, about the story. I'm afraid it's not a happy one. Basically, it's a look at what I think could've happened to Lee and Lucy, had Lee not confessed his feelings at the pub that night. I've never written angst before, so thought I'd try my hand at it. I promise I have some of my usual fluffy one shots on the way to cheer you guys up after this tear fest.
Enjoy!
1.
It would've been so easy to ask her not to go. To stop her in her tracks as she headed for the door of the bar and declare his years of undying love. She'd have stayed, he knows this for certain now as he thinks back on it, beer in his hand and tears in his eyes.
He could've said "Don't go, Lucy, I love you," and she'd have flung herself into his arms and everything would have been right in the world for once in his life. He supposes they'd have got married eventually, moved into a house with a nice garden, had kids, a dog, the whole nine yards. All it would have taken was a moments courage. A couple of words to tell her how he felt and all that could have been his, she could have been his. He'd never been the courageous type, though. Never been the guy to stand up and make a statement. And so he'd let her go, the woman he'd loved for almost 7 years. He'd let her walk out of the door, out of his life, while he stared down at his beer mat and pretended not to notice she was crying as she turned her back on him.
Long story short, he'd made the worst mistake of his life.