solids | ❝𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭❞

[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.

( 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. )

[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

( 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.

[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

[ 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?

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