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Daryl sat up slowly and looked at the girl lying in his best with him. God, he was such a fucking idiot. He couldn't even remember the broad's name. He'd had a different girl every night for the past three days. He couldn't even remember seeing the sun out anymore. He knew Beth was out of his life, for good this time. She was done putting up with him. But fuck, his chest wished she was missing him. He sighed and opened his wallet, looking at the picture of her there. She was so fucking gorgeous. He sighed and pulled the picture out, tucking it away into a pocket where he wouldn't have to look at it. he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. He wasn't ready to move on yet. He grabbed the bottle of Jack sitting on the bedside table and headed to the bathroom as he felt the tears start to well up in his eyes. Damn, he'd really fucked up this time.
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Beth was lying in bed, some guy she'd picked up at the bar lying beside her. She didn't even remember his name. She'd called Daryl last night at the hotel he was staying at. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea in the world, she knew it was only going to make her hurt more, but she missed him. Her heart ached all the time and she was doing nothing but drinking cheap wine. She hated that she missed him so much, hated that she wanted him back. She reached over and turned down the picture of the two of them. She couldn't look at his face, not while there was another man in her bed, not while she wanted to hate him. She'd seen him yesterday and that had been why she'd called him. It was the same old same how have you been bullshit. She'd been off to church, thinking it might help her even though she'd known better. She'd seen the bottle in his hand and knew he was going to try to drink her away.
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Daryl looked up at the corporate office building he was standing in front of. God, it had been years since he'd seen Beth, years since she'd finally gotten sick of his crap and kicked him out. He missed her every day, every fucking day. He sighed and walked inside, he needed to get these papers signed so he could open up his shop. He hoped she'd be proud of him if she found out. He walked up to the office he was told to report to and waited until the receptionist showed him inside. When he stepped through that door and saw her blonde hair falling over her face and the smile on her lips as she read over something his heart stopped. Maybe God was giving him a second chance. "Well ain't this nice." He walked over and sat in the chair across from her, crossing one leg over the other. "Looks like you climbed the ladder."