#lynnstrauss

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So, I’ve just realised that I rarely ever use this thing called ‘Instagram’ yet I still have an account... So hi, this is my monthly post to let you know I am still alive... and the girl standing next to me smells. But she makes the best sandwiches so it’s okay. And that I also cannot smile in photos to save my life... Dougie out. ( @lynnstrauss )

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Ever since that night, Dougie felt indifferent. He kept going from a state of feeling numb all over, or feeling a constant ache buried deep within him that his body struggled to carry due to the heavy weight. Every time he tried to think of something else, his mind drifted back to that night and he couldn’t shut it off. Part of him yearned to talk to someone about it, but why should everybody else deal with the inarticulate life of Douglas Blackwood? What good would that do apart from make people concerned for him? He didn’t want their pity. Besides, he switched his phone off just so he didn’t tempt himself until the lack of sleep pissed him off enough for him to turn it back on. But now he was becoming desperate.

After dragging himself out of bed -- not that he’d slept -- and having a shower, (which was progress for him: whenever he got bad, the simplest of tasks was a struggle) with a fresh change of clothes, he found himself stood outside Lynn’s apartment. A shaky fist raised, ready to knock on the door. Only, something told him not to because though she told him he can come to her about anything, he realised that it probably wasn’t a good idea. She shouldn’t have to deal with his mess. Taking a step back, he took a shaky breath before turning around, ready to walk away. The sound of the lift doors opening caught his attention and he froze hoping noone saw him. But when he saw Lynn walking out, he knew that he couldn’t just take the stairs and pretend he hadn’t saw her. Offering a weak smile, Dougie attempting to speak. “Hey...” It was one word, but it was progress for him.

“Helloooo!” Dougie called cheerfully as he ambled through the door of Lynn’s apartment as he heard her say that it was open. They had agreed for a nice, quiet night in with some dinner she insisted making and he could already smell something cooking. He was excited for it; all of it. Food and spending time with Lynn? It was the perfect combination to make him happy.  Waltzing around to the kitchen, he smiled brightly as he saw her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I see you’re already cooking. Shocker,” He teased but then asked, “Whatcha cooking?”

@lynnstrauss

In the short time she had been in Denver, Alyssa had already experienced: heartbreak, confusion, guilt, self-hatred, and peacefulness. Granted there were many other emotions but those were the key ones that seemed to linger on her longer. With all these different feelings brewing up inside her she needed a positive outlet to let them all out. She had two ways of doing so, baking and working. Since she wasn’t exactly working but studying, the amount of time she spent with her head in between a book was rather short and unsatisfying. And so, she baked. 

She baked until she found herself in the curious position of having too many baked goods, like excessively too much. Alyssa was waiting for her friend Noel to take some off her hands but while she waited for him to stop by, she decided to head out and just offer it to other residents. Her plan was working perfectly when she stumbled upon a girl who coincidentally was doing the same thing as her. The brunette grinned at the girl, “I have some freshly made Key Lime Pie, what do you have there?” Then added, “This is going to sound random but do you...Do you stress bake as well?”

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It had been hours since Dougie received the text from Lynn, that she was leaving. For how long, he didn’t know and he didn’t want to ask. He only assumed it meant for good. No matter how fractured their relationship was at this point, one thing he was adamant about was that they left this, whatever they were, on a good note. Or at least, not a good note but... It all made a lot more sense in his head. No one could blame him; he was tired and he was hungry but he was also not in the mood to sleep or eat. Which only indiciated that he was far from okay, considering he cherished food like it was his firstborn.

Somehow, within the span of those many hours, he could not sit still. He was a mess, anyone with a pulse could see that. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping and he had yet to change into a fresh pair of clothes but at that point, he didn’t care. Somewhere along the lines, he found himself stood at Lynn’s apartment, the soles of his shoes planted firmly on the ground beneath him (that he wished would give way on him and sucker him into a hole, never letting him escape). He inhaled deeply, one hand balled into a fist as it rapped against the door. He knew it was late and that Lynn may well be asleep but... It was something he needed to do. Dougie even considered the fact that Gemini, Lynn’s roommate could have opened the door, but he just didn’t care. His mind was swirling and his brain was dizzy and he just needed to get it all off his chest before it was too late.

Dougie: Hey

Dougie: so i had this bad dream that we weren't alright and that everything went to ruins...

Dougie: I just needed to know that's all it was: a dream. We're okay, aren't we?

[About ten minutes later] Dougie: Wait... oh god, I'm sorry. just realised i haven't slept at all so of course it's not a dream. i don't even know what time it is.