{3 DAYS BEFORE}
You and Alex had mainly spent the last few days, crying, kissing, cuddling or fucking. You were both dreading the tour day. On a particularly gloomy Sunday, three days before Alex was going to leave he asks you "what do I do when I miss you?"
You pause, then shrug unknowingly.
"Distract yourself," you say.
"I'll be another country away from you, Darcy," he says, his voice cracking. You hate being the stronger one, but you know he is too talented to miss this opportunity, as much as you wish he didn't have to leave you.
"I know, but you can always call me" you say.
"What do I do when I want your lips?" he asks, his head tilted. You sigh lovingly, his eyes deep into yours.
"I don't know," you say. "You'll learn to get used to it, I guess"
"I don't want to," he whispers. "I want this tour so much, but I want you so much more," he says.
"Believe me, Alex, after the first gig you do you'll completely forget about me. And I'll be here at home waiting for you," you say. "Remember how you felt on your first proper gig? After the show? Imagine that but times it by one hundred"
He nods, finally understanding.
"I know, I'll just miss you," he says. He looks at your lips and hesitates, before looking away. "I love you y'know?" he says. You nod, and clutch his clammy hand. It was then, in the dark with Alex beside you with his hand entwined with yours that you knew that this next year and a half would be the worst year and a half of your life.
