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Title: Long Lost And Loved
Words: 442
Romantic Pairings: Gene&Alex.
About: Ashes To Ashes
Inspired by a dream that I had where I read about S4 of Ashes To Ashes in a TV magazine (I wish there would be an S4). Well I hope you enjoy this and please review, I appreciate it a lot.
Guilt. He couldn't cope with the guilt and the only way that he felt could reduce the heavy weight of the blame was to drink, which just made him feel a million times worse. He had no idea how he had done it, how he had stood there and watched the love of his life walk towards The Railway Arms and disappear inside without so much as a glance back at him. He had no idea whether or not she was smiling as she went inside, happy and excited for what heaven had in store for her, or whether she was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks as she mentally begged him to call after her and stop her from leaving him. He no longer sat at the small round table in the corner of the Italian trattoria, instead he sat at the bar and out of respect nobody sat at their table, thankfully Luigi didn't let them either.
"Signor Hunt, you go to bed now, yes?" Luigi sighed, prising Genes empty whiskey glass from his hand "It is late, my wife is waiting for me"
"What's it like Luigi, having somebody to go home to in the evenings?"
"Sitting here every night and drinking so much will not bring Signorina Drake back..."
"Don't say that name Luigi, just don't mention her"
The old Italian wished he could comfort Gene somehow, but he knew that only one person could make him feel good again "One more drink, on the house, then you go upstairs and sleep"
"Good man"
He watched Luigi pour him a healthy measure of the fiery amber liquid before sliding the glass across the bar to him. Gene downed the drink in one go before folding his coat over his arm and heading upstairs, to her flat, where he spent most nights nowadays. He unlocked the front door and wondered inside, closing and locking the door, before heading into the living room and looking around, he pressed rewind on the tape player.
"True, Spandeau Ballet"
He pressed the play button and smiled softly as the opening notes of True echoed throughout the flat. He kicked off his boots and sat down on the sofa, sighing to himself and the inanimate objects around him.
"I don't belong here, I belong with you Alex" he whispered "I just don't feel like my work is done, but as soon as I do I'll be through that door before you even have time to get me a pint"
He lay down on the sofa and pulled the blue blanket over himself, willing himself to fall asleep. An hour later he finally got there.