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where: aylin's

In what felt like a strange twist of fate, Silas approached Aylin's front door the correct way for the first time. There was no trespassing, no breaking and entering, just his knuckles knocking on the wood of the door before he took a step back and waited for an answer.

where: driftwood

where: a pharmacy

In Lucky's grand attempt to be more present -- literally and figuratively -- he had finally sought external help for the internal struggles he had been grin-and-bearing it for the majority of his life. It was a daunting move, one that led him down a path of doctors and diagnoses and eventually, some semblance of an answer.

The knowing should have made things easier, but now he was faced with a new kind of anxiety, the sort that came with first fills of a prescription and the unnerving unknown of how he would be effected by what he was being told was an aid.

He had been on a deep scroll of his friend Adam's instagram, liking a recent post about how he had secured a flat to live in in London when he absent mindedly picked up the prescription that the pharmacist waved him over for, too distracted to notice it was one of two sat side-by-side on the countertop.

It wasn't until he was outside and off his phone did curiosity get the better of him, peeking in the bag to see the colour and shape of the box of pills and the instructions stickered to it which was when he noticed something amiss.