He was old now. Rather old. Not a small child or a teenager, and yet he found himself in the same old beach in Broadchurch, still escaping everything from home. It went from Tess cheating, loosing Daisy’s custody, and him. The boy he had met when he was 11, the one that sent him letters. The one with whom he had shared his first everything. The man he had grown to hate, after everything he had left. He had stopped answering his letters and married Tess. In a way, he had been the cheater, a coward most of all.

His heart was always full him. What had happened, to his dear?

He felt head over heels as he watched this now grown man smoking. He always said he would leave it and never did. This same man that had rocked his world when they were younger, the one he held for so long. He wanted his this man back.

Leave me alone Alev..

”A bit melodramatic aren’t you?”

He wanted to hold his hand and kiss it, to reassure him he wouldn’t break his heart again. That he could be entrusted into taking the broken pieces and kissing the pain away, to be entrusted into taking this mans heart and taking care of it.

They looked at each other, two broken old souls who just wanted to envelope into each other, to surround themselves with each others skins and voice, to be together is to be hurt at real. To speak lies and coward ESS in a cocoon they were the only ones allowed to enter in. To look in each others eyes and wonder what memories passed in them.