You dart off the sofa, bottle still in hand, and open your door to find a slightly drunk Alex holding a brown leather bag. You are so happy that he is there, in the flesh. He pushes you out the way and finds his way to your living room,
"Alex?" you call after him.
You walk into the living room to find him sat on your sofa with his head in his hands.
"Sweetheart" you whisper sympathetically.
"What the fuck am I doing wrong, Darcy?" he says, his head still in his hands. You don't say anything, but go and sit next to him on the sofa instead.
"What are you talking about, Al?" you ask him, putting your arm around him.
"Get the fuck off me,okay? I didn't come in here to fuck you, so don't get your hopes up," he says angrily. You take your hands off him.
"I didn't say you were going to fuck me, Alex. I don't want you too. I want to know whats up." you say to him.
"Sure, sure." he says through gritted teeth.
"Don't just storm in my house and be a fucking dick head to me. What's up?" you say, starting to get frustrated.
He takes his head off of his hands, revealing his red, watery eyes.
"She cheated on me, Darcy" he finally says, bursting out into tears.
"What?! Who?" you say, putting your arm back over him.
"Sara did. And you did." he says, rubbing his swollen eyes. Your heart starts to ache and you feel the urge to kiss him, but you know it won't fix anything so you stop yourself.
"What am I doing wrong?" he croaks. You're hurting badly now. He hadn't done anything wrong, he was the sweetest boyfriend ever and you had lost him.
"You haven't done anything wrong, Al, sweetie," you say, tears start forming in your eyes.
"You are the best thing that's happened to me, I was always going to break up with Ryan, Al. I just didn't want to hurt him." you blabber.
"So you decide to hurt me instead?" he says, not angrily, he just sounded really hurt.
"No, Al. It wasn't like that," you cry. It was no use, you were both partly drunk and emotional.
"You can stay here tonight, Al." you say after a moment of silence.
"I don't know why I'm so upset" he says,
"I didn't love her half as much as I loved you, and I'm still here crying." he says. You notice how he used the word "loved" and your heart suddenly starts aching again.
"Loved" you whisper, it was your turn to cry your eyes out now. You put your head in your hands and start whimpering like a baby.
"No, no," Al tries to explain something to you, but in the end he gives up and grabs your hands from your face.
He stares at your watery eyes for a couple of seconds and then kisses you. You can feel the tears from his eyes falling in between both your faces. He stops kissing you after a couple of seconds.
"Love" he corrects himself, and with that he wipes his tears from under his eyes, grabs his bag and walks out the door, leaving you alone again, your lips still tasting of his.
