Alchemy •Dan Smith•

three

Weeks past after meeting that man named Dan, every night more soul filled lyrics calmed my thoughts. Except for those nights where the darkness seemed to be everywhere and calmness seemed impossible.

One of these nights I was caught in front of my mirror, continuing to critique every inch of my body. Every single extra inch, which I might as well call feet. I hadn't really took the time to asses myself in a while, and realised I was losing the body I slaved for in the past years of high school and university.

I hadn't induced myself into vomiting since freshman year in college, but that night I stuffed all sorts of foods in my mouth just to watch it come up again. Regret filled me so much so that I refused to sleep until I are something light.

Now I sit here on Valentines Day, eating a shit ton of guacamole with chips and icecream, feeling myself pack on the pounds.

Shovelling the spoon of chocolate creamy goodness into my mouth, I heard a light rapping on the door, which I was quick to stand up and answer.

Standing before me was Dan, with a little flower gripped tightly in his hand.

"Ehm, I heard your tv, so I assumed you were here just as lonely as me.. Mind if I crash your party?" He asked shyly, rubbing his neck with on hand while holding the one with the flower out to me,"Found this on the walk home and thought you would like it"

I smiled gratefully, taking it gingerly in my hand before replying, "Thank you Dan, your lovely. Of course you can join, I have enough food and awkwardness to go around."

He laughed before I led him inside, where we both sat on the couch. We didn't say much at first, both staring at the episode of Twin Peaks I was currently re watching.

"You watch Twin Peaks?" He asked excitedly, turning to meet my gaze with a smile.

I nodded with a chuckle, "I'm assuming your a fan as well."

He began going on about his undying love for David Lynch, and I listened while heartedly, enjoying his voice and presence.

We spent the night talking away about shows and music, getting to know each other more and more, and I never wanted it to end. Ever.
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The Twin Peaks theme song played as the opening credits rolled in. We both were silent, enjoying each other's company. We finished the chips and dip a long while ago and now were sitting across eachother, toes touching each other's hips from under the blanket.

I took a second to look him over while he stared at the screen, his quiff drooping down, blue eyes with bags beneath, and a Blue Cornerstore™ jumper adorned him. His jaw was relaxed, yet still very sharp and his lips parted with his steady breathing, I felt so dull in comparison to the beautiful man in front of me.

Turning my sights back to Agent Cooper, I yawned like a cat and made a noise to match.

"Tired?" He asked, looking towards me.

I shrugged, "Maybe a bit."

He chuckled before lifting the blanket, "I should probably leave so you can get some rest."

I quickly refused, not wanting my only friend (if that's what we even were) to leave me alone.

"Just a few more episodes, I want to finish the season again tonight." I plead, trying to not sound to desperate.

He chuckled and slid the blanket back over him, "Ofcourse, just a few more."

During the course of the next episodes, we ended up shoulder to shoulder on the floor laughing at Andy's situation. I was beyond tired, but I knew sleep wasn't a liable option. He could disappear and this could all be some sick joke.

We grew quiet, and as the scenes played on my eyes drooped more and more, and I struggled to keep them open. I took a glance over at Dan only to find his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Not wanting to wake him, I scooted away as quietly as possible and turned off the television.

I then placed the blanket over him and went to turn off the lights. I then vanished into my room and plopped onto my bed, closing my eyes trying to find sleep.

After about an hour of turning over and over, I decided to go and take some sleeping pills to induce the rest. Making my way down to the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Dan, who had somehow moved onto the couch, dark hair disarrayed. Looking away, I pulled open the fridge to grab milk.

When I went to reach the cupboard with medicine, I realised I would have to climb on the counter to reach and had to be as quiet as possible. It started out okay, I hopped up and grabbed the bottle, on my knees.

When I went to hop down, I took a false move trying to turn around and the pills and my body went crashing to the ground.