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[heavensnight]

[it was a pleasant surprise how well things were going between her and Adam. her love life was abysmal. she never chose the right men and always ended up hurt. yet she had seemed to make the right choice that night by talking to Adam, even if it was because he'd been the most sober option.

he wasn't perfect. it didn't take a genius to see he was not happy with his life yet he didn't do much about it. he didn't like his job or how things were for him. neither did she so she couldn't judge him for it. but sometimes it seemed like he looked for reasons to be pissed at something, though never at her. Maria seemed to be the exception to a lot of things. he didn't seem to try for himself but he did for her. he listened to her, actually listened to her. Adam was always trying for her sake and it was all she could ask for.

Maria liked what they had become. they were seeing each other weekly at least, sometimes multiple times. he'd ask her to feed his cat when he was busy during the day with a gig and she'd stay long enough to see him when he got home, kiss him, and chat before having to go to her own job. all they had done was kiss and she didn't mind. Adam had to have known they could have sex if he really wanted to or asked, it wasn't like she was denying him, but it naturally hadn't progressed to that. for once, she didn't feel like she was in a rush. it would happen when it did.

she was currently at his apartment, on the couch, and simply relaxing with the cat on her lap as she pet him. Adam had asked if she could swing by to feed Mr. Whiskers since he was going to be out until late and she'd accepted. didn't have work tonight and so she'd considered seeing if he wanted to chill and maybe rent something to watch tonight.

that had been the plan until she heard him open the door and slam it, Mr. Whiskers bolting off in fear from the sound and her jumping from the sudden noise. she sighed.]

You scared the cat, honey.

[solids]

( there was always a trail of guilt that followed adam wherever he went since he met maria and they had gone out, and were officially 'dating'. he had tried his best to remain positive about things and not fall into old habits, but a part of him wondered if she saw who he really was, would she appreciate him more? when she finally had enough of him and walked out? at least he had been honest right?

yet the more he settled into who he was, the more she seemed to like him. his ire was never ever against her- why would it be? when she had been so perfect, kind, and mesmerizing? but he couldn't help but rant to her, hoping she took it as a 'he trusts me, that's why he's telling me' kind of thing. he also started to dislike the idea of never seeing her, of not having her around, and not sharing his life with her. the problem was he had very little to share beyond what he could offer - a place for her to crash if she got too tired, a cat to love when he wasn't around, and someone who genuinely cared for her as a person. it wasn't that he didn't want to cross that threshold with her, he genuinely did. he just wasn't sure if it would be right. deep down he was selfish, he genuinely wanted her to be his girlfriend but he felt unworthy of the task.

today though was a day where he had very little time to think about the state of their relationship. he had been out on a stakeout, following and observing the doctor he had mentioned to her before. in an attempt to get a so called 'money shot', he had left his car in front of a fire hydrant he had failed to notice and when he returned, there was a rather expensive ticket waiting for him. the cost was the equivalent to a day's work which normally he wouldn't care about, but now that he had actually started thinking about moving somewhere nicer for maria's sake, put a dent in his plans.

naturally that led to him rushing back home, feet stomping angrily as every little thing and person he encountered back seemed to aggravate him further. once he reached the door of his apartment he let out a loud huff before walking in and slamming the door behind him. adam had been so wrapped up in his anger that he hadn't realized maria was there with his cat. )

Yeah well I need a drink.

( he would apologize later, he made a note of this. for now though he simply walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a bottle of whiskey. his next movements were much like the last- slamming the fridge door close, slamming the cabinet door open, and slamming two glass cups on the kitchen counter. )

I fucking hate cops you know? I just got the best gift ever, a $400 parking ticket.

— closed

[solids]

( after a long night of restless feelings being shared between the two, adam was left with a deep sense of accomplishment in himself. it was a silly thing to be proud of — telling your girlfriend that you loved her, but to him who had so little to look forward to, to fight for before meeting her, it was a huge step in the right direction. as he promised maria, he was driving his shitty car as fast as it could go towards a 24/7 breakfast diner. he had it all planned out in his mind—

he would arrive to his place with a bottle of wine as promised, the food, and they would spend greeting the day just basking in each other's affections and cuddling up with their cat. if he had been asked ages ago if this was the future he envisioned, he would have laughed and said those types of moments were for cheesy couples in terrible romcom films but now? he was genuinely excited about such a peaceful moment between two people who had a rough life.

unfortunately fate had different plans in mind for adam. unbeknownst to him the former cop who had hired him to stalk a certain doctor had accidentally brought adam into jigsaw's attention. the former cop thought the doctor was jigsaw, and jigsaw was angered at the doctor and his lack of intimate care towards him and when he discovered his cheating ways through adam, the pieces all aligned for the serial torturer to make a new game involving the two.

at some point or another between stepping out of his car and getting the food, a plan was set into motion to capture adam. he wasn't usually this careless given his line of work but given the time of day, how pitch dark it was outside, and how he was buzzing with happiness from finally establishing his relationship with maria properly— well he wasn't as cautious as he normally would be.

—

the game was suppose to last only 24 hours with the objective being that adam had to prove he had the will to live, that he wasn't simply watching others in the shadow live out their lives [even if it was just his line of work]. while things did end up lasting only a day before hitting a turning point, there was something a little bit more complex about the way things turned out. first off the key given to him that would have led to his escape from the chain on his ankle had been flushed down the drain of the bathtub he woke up in. secondly he had screwed up by pissing off jigsaw, leaving him to rot in the dark bathroom he was captured in. while he had an extreme drive to live now because of maria, he had only managed to break his foot free, but he was still trapped in that room.

in the month he was officially missing he did everything he could to keep up his strength, resorting to more disgusting measures to avoid starving to death. he woke up every day, remembering the last few words he told maria, the smell of her hair, her smile, how she felt on his lips, against him and all the memories he could cherish. they were the only light he had in the darkness of that room.

eventually though when amanda came in to set him free of his misery [to kill him], he found the will to attack her and escape as quickly as he could, trying his best to drown out the never ending pain he felt. it took him a very long time to escape that entire building — but eventually he made his way out towards the outside world and nearly broke down in tears over his freedom.

—

how he eventually made it back to his apartment was a mystery to both himself and the random strangers who saw him waddling about, a bloody, broken mess. by the time he finally made it to the front door of his apartment he had fallen to the floor and was a writhing mess, barely being able to scrape his finger against the door. he tried his best to call out for maria, but nothing came from his voice.

eventually he closed his eyes and passed out completely. )

[heavensnight]

[for all of her life, she had always chosen the wrong men. they wanted her for sex and she had always been willing to have fun. until it wasn't fun. she'd fall for them and each time her heart broken. until Adam. who felt the same way as her, even liked the things she did that other men had said were "too much". Adam truly liked her and she saw that. even the first night they had met, when he had earnestly asked her out on a date, Maria had felt it. this was different.

so she had gone to bed, excited to see her boyfriend in the morning. to hold him close and pour her heart out on how much she cared about him. but when she woke up on her own, to no Adam, to no food or a text or anything; Maria knew something was wrong. something was very, very wrong. there was a gnawing in her gut as she texted Adam asking where he was. his earlier text "see you in a few hours be safe" seemed almost mocking.

her mind tried to come up with a logical explanation. he got the food and made a quick stop to his place but got tired. fell asleep. that was possible. but it didn't feel right. maybe it was crazy but she went to his apartment and let herself in. there were no signs of him and Mr. Whiskers quickly went to her and started screaming for attention and food. no food in his bowl for breakfast and no signs of Adam.

something happened. all of her texts went unanswered, Adam never came back to his apartment or fed Mr. Whiskers. the police wouldn't listen to her. told her it was obvious her shitty boyfriend left her. no matter the evidence she gave, the proof he was gone, they didn't listen to her. "shouldn't a woman like you be used to men realizing they don't want a woman showing off the goods as their girl?" because these fucking pigs came to the bar. they were regulars. but she was used to this. men like this not taking her seriously and she took it. still did the paperwork to claim for a missing person the night after they made it a point to pay for lapdances from her. laughing about how it was obvious she cared so much about her "missing boyfriend". still she followed her. she started staying at Adam's apartment more, praying Adam would just show up. but he didn't. the police didn't take this seriously either.

the only people who listened to her were Mary and the bartender Tom. the only people she could cry to. explain she'd prefer if Adam did just leave her because she would know he was okay that way. but Adam wouldn't abandon her like this, wouldn't just leave the cat he rescued either. without her, the cat would have been starving. she made flyers, started asking around, but it was as if he just disappeared into thin air.

Maria moved into his apartment to take the lease over, giving up her own apartment. her place wouldn't take cats and Mr. Whiskers needed her. Adam needed her. at this point she was looking into private detectives. they tried to tell her usually things like this turned out that the guy got cold feet and left. but Maria told them that was the answer she really was hoping for even if she knew it wasn't that. there was no giving up, though. Maria couldn't give up on Adam. he deserved someone who wouldn't abandon him.

after a month, she was on high alert. every noise, every movement could catch her attention. so when she heard something outside the door, she immediately ran to open it thinking maybe it was Adam who didn't have his key.

and it was Adam. what was left of him but it was him there on the ground. she screamed and went to the ground, immediately holding him.] Adam, Adam. Oh my god, oh my...[she checked his pulse and was so grateful to feel it before screaming down the hallway for someone to call 911 because she was terrified to let him go. as if letting him go would make him disappear. it took a few times before someone came out, telling her they did and asking what happened. Maria was a sobbing mess and shaking her head, as she clung to him. she didn't know but she wasn't letting him go.]

it's happening 1/??? will we make it to 20 lets see

[heavensnight]

[the hard part about their schedules is how sometimes it feels like they just never cross over and Maria always misses him. good thing she knows by now he doesn't mind her sending him a million things.]

i miss you <3333

2/????

[heavensnight]

i was thinking about how cute you looked when i kissed your cheek and i got my lipstick on you. you look good in pink

3/???

[heavensnight]

[a few moments later:]

i know you're either working or sleeping. so i know i should probably lay off the texts but i like texting you and it's been days since i've seen you

[it's been two days.]

4/????

[heavensnight]

we should watch another movie together. i get so jumpy with scary movies though

5/???

[heavensnight]

which means we should watch a scary movie so you can protect me <3

6???

[heavensnight]

[and then ten minutes later:]

oh!! i took cute pictures of mr. whiskers. let me send them over.

[and she has attached a couple to her message.]

7/????

[heavensnight]

[and then twenty minutes later:]

i miss you <3333

i know i told you before but you should hear it again. can we see each other tonight? or tomorrow?

8/???

[heavensnight]

last night i had the rudest guy. putting find jesus fake bills in my fucking thong. like he isn't the one in a strip club.

9/????

[heavensnight]

you should come see me dance soon. it's been a while.

10/???

[heavensnight]

[and then seventeen minutes later:]

you know we've never had a lunch date? we should do that.

11/???

[heavensnight]

or a reasonably timed dinner date?? idk i just want to try new things with you <3

12/12 I COULDN'T DO 20 *I* FELT ANNOYING LOL

[heavensnight]

i miss you

[for the THIRD TIME.]

— closed

[solids]

( moved from here )

and you have the audacity to call me a fuck up? you're beefing with book store owners and buying drugs from them?

talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

[pharmacy]

hey it wasn't about drugs!! he's an ornery piece of shit, it's not my fault he gets the stock that i need

[ Angry little pot : ) ]

look he doesn't know you know me, I'll give you the cash and wait in the car, it's not that complicated

1/???? will i make it to the fabled 20? we'll see.

[heavensnight]

[it's their first time apart since he escaped from Jigsaw and Maria feels clingy. terrified of him being on his own, like he'll be taken from her again. will she ever not be terrified of the idea of him not coming back again? who knows. certainly not today.]

hey i miss you

2/???

[heavensnight]

I know you're a big boy but i just miss you so much

3/??? i feel so annoying already LOL

[heavensnight]

is it silly of me to want ten minute updates???

[Adam was at a doctor's appointment. not like he was out hobbling the streets.]

4/???

[heavensnight]

i love you so much ad just know i'm always thinking of you

5/??

[heavensnight]

fuck hipaa tbh

6/???

[heavensnight]

i know i needed to go and get dinner ingredients anyway. space or something is good for a marriage right?

feel free to change details around as needed!

[hypophobias]

[ a month. it's not long, not really. before, it would have passed by in a blink, each hour day week filled with work and patients and teaching and staving off the gnawing emptiness that had begun to fill him. lawrence gordon is, was, is a doctor. a husband. a father.

a victim.

a traitor.

he had tried to go back. tried to convince everyone he needed to find that bathroom, to find adam. but no one would allow it. and he, despite the fact that he was capable of something as monstrous as permanently maiming his own body, could not fight the tide of voices telling him no. even once he was physically able, he did not go.

instead, he waited. hoped. hated himself for hoping. lost himself to the memories. shouted adam's name in the middle of the night. it was too much. that, more than anything else, was why alison left him. why she took diana and went to stay with her parents. why she left lawrence alone to rot in the hell he'd made for himself.

he deserved it, he knew.

but then - out of nowhere, a voice: adam. a ghost. alive, somehow. whatever hope lawrence had of moving on, piecing his life back together, shattered the instant he got that message. perspective. asshole. skeleton. word after word after word. each one sounded like a heartbeat, faint and stuttering but alive. alive.

and now here they are. adam sits, looking extremely out of place, on lawrence's too-plush couch, as lawrence makes coffee for them. the apartment is silent save for the sound of the spoon stirring milk and sugar into the dark liquid. he wants to shout. he wants to cry. he wants to throw himself at adam's feet and beg for his forgiveness.

instead, he clears his throat. hears himself speak, voice raspy from disuse: ]

Are you hungry?

ty for your patience, apologies for the delay!

[solids]

( the room he had been trapped in had become like a second spirit to adam— there was lucidity at first, after the screaming and pleading to be let out. those were the easy days; he'd form a little routine to keep himself sane, to try and find something to do and care for himself in the small amount of space the chain allowed him to move in. soon it became too much, too tiresome to even try and that's when the madness rolled it. it made it easy for him to fight even harder when amanda came into the room, came rolling in with an ideation she'd just kill him to ease him from the suffering.

the hardest part was adapting to the outside world and while initially he hadn't wanted to rely on lawrence for help, he had nothing and no one on the outside. he needed him now as much as he did in those moments where he begged him not to leave him.

he was on his couch now, cleaned up, appearing to be okay, but given he was lying on it with bags under his eyes and a crummy demeanor...well—

clearly he wasn't too well. )

Yeah I'm starved but...you tell me Doctor. Aren't I suppose to take it easy? You know what happened to victims of war and stuff right? Stuffing their faces and dying from it. You got any broth?