Disclaimer: I do not own Ashes to Ashes or any its characters
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It had been like Beauty and the Beast.
I was gorgeous (no point denying what is patently true). I could have any man I wanted, handsome men that other girls went gaga for lay down at my feet.
He was… well… not beautiful like me. To be frank, he was an overweight chain smoker with flabby arms, rough skin and greasy hair. He was brash and rude. Truly quite a beast.
Yet I was inexplicably drawn to him. Perhaps it was those bright eyes, the way they looked at me with ardent longing. Perhaps it was that endearing pout. Maybe the bravado even had something to do with it.
It had been like Beauty and the Beast.
Key word: had. As in, had been but is no longer.
Now I'm back in the 21st century and he is stuck firmly in my imaginary 1980s… even though at night I still hear his voice calling to me through my open window: Alex.