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Desmond had done his part to make sure Gideon was safely in the clinic, but now he needed to get away. He stayed longer than he wanted to, leaving the minute it looked like he was going to wake up. He was positive Gideon had almost died. Almost died because Desmond couldn't keep his shit together when it was most important ( Read more... ) -
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It had gotten to the point where Desmond was getting stoned everyday just to keep himself from thinking too much about things he didn't want to think about. He wasn't stoned today, though. Gideon had actually cut him off, saying he needed 'to fucking stop this shit.' Now his head was full of the things he'd been avoiding: Julie, dying, this place, ( Read more... ) -
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Desmond had been offered a sketchbook again - a blank one this time - and had it open on the table in front of him. He just stared at it, like he'd done with the other ones, as if he were unsure of what to do with it. It wasn't like he had any paints or brushes or even a pencil, so what was he supposed to do. He flopped against the back of the sofa ( Read more... )