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He couldn't think straight. Couldn't feel anything more than this gnawing feeling, tearing his carefully healed soul apart again. Alec Hardy was never a drinker, especially not one to drown his sorrows in the bitter liquid. But tonight, it felt different. He drank because he missed you.

God, how much Hardy missed you. Your smile, your quiet affection, even the way you took your tea, too sweet and without milk. Another gulp of whiskey burned his throat, as Hardy closed his eyes, trying to dull his senses. And if that actually helped, who knew how the night would've ended for both of you?

Alec found himself stumbling on your porch, rain pouring heavily on him. He didn't care: what he was doing now was more important, right? He knocked on your door a few times, calling your name. Hardy knew he'd probably regret coming here tomorrow, because it's only fair if you shoo him and slam the door to his face. But then again, it all would be worth seeing you once again...