Alec Hardy gazed off into the distance, his deep brown eyes scanning over the lapping waves of Broadchurch. A deep sigh escaped his lips as the memories he had suppressed came flooding back. A child’s scream, the bang of a gun, the roar of a car’s engine clouded his mind while the brisk wind ruffled through the chestnut bangs that covered his closed eyes like a mask. A single tear rolled down the right side of his stubble-covered face as his arms shakily rose to shoulder level, the back of his coat fluttering behind him. Broadchurch’s beach spread out before the D.I. as he held his breath, and jumped.
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Just One Shoulder
FanficThe dismal waves of Broadchurch offer a comforting shoulder to rest on as the residents learn to deal with the sudden death of a dear friend.
