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STARTER FOR: @ardinhirsch LOCATION: Ardin’s home — Lafayette Square. DATE AND TIME: January 25th, 2021. 5:00PM.

Believe it or not, Maya didn’t mean to fall asleep. She hated napping during the day, even though she found it hard to keep her eyes open when stressed out or upset. Today, she wakes up in a familiar bed, the smell of her boyfriend filling her nostrils once her eyes open. She blinks hard, feeling a sharp eye booger crusted at the corners of her eyes. Her mouth was dry too, she was probably drooling. One hand reaches up to rub at her tired face before looking around the room. Empty. But, then, a sound from the living room. Ardin. The covers are tossed from her body, Maya reaching for her pants that had somehow come off during her sleep duration. She slips them on, the warm fleece material of her sweatpants feeling nice around her bare, freshly-shaven legs.

Maya makes her way to the kitchen first, getting herself a glass of water. “Hey,” She mumbles into the quiet air as she pads into the living room, circling around the couch and plopping down beside Ardin. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I guess I was just feeling groggy.” Sad was the better word but Maya refrains from speaking upon that truth. She takes a sip from her water. “Did my sister call, by any chance?”

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Starter for: @ardinhirsch Where: Grace Winery

A visit to the winery had been the plan for the day but getting lost during the tour had definitely not been her plan. Amelia had looked around, listening to the words of the tourguide but apparently she had lingered on a little too long because when she had turned back around, the tourguide and the rest of the group had disappeared. So now she had to find the exit of the building on her own and that was a lot harder than she had thought. The winery wasn’t that little on the inside, she had figured out. It was when she rounded the corner of a hallway that she finally came across someone and that was going to be her way out of the winery. She moved in closer to the man. “I am so sorry to bother you. I was part of the winery tour but I kinda lost the group. Is there any chance that you can help me find the exit of this place?”

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STARTER FOR: @ardinhirsch LOCATION: Ardin’s home. DATE AND TIME: December 10th, 2020. 8:00PM.

A case of the holiday blues. It’s something her mother once said to her on the second day of Hanukkah. Maya couldn’t remember the year, some time during the early 2000s, it didn’t really matter. Despite the year, Maya recalls the memory as one of the only times she saw her mother sincerely. There was no smoke, no mirrors, no masks, no mirages. No, it was her mother in an earnest form that rarely came. A random blip, a frayed moment in time. She had been talking about the rent and how they still couldn’t make ends meet. She remembers she had taken off her reading glasses, her skinny fingers smudging the frames. And, then, she said something about being depression during the holidays. All the cheer made her sick. When Maya was young, the notion soothed her somehow. To think her mother experienced a sadness like hers was monumental, as Maya spent most of her young years feeling as though her parents never understood her.

That’s what she assumes might be going on with Ardin lately. Perhaps this year, with Juniper back in the picture especially, celebrating was something he wasn’t keen on doing. Even so, Maya shows up to his home carrying butter cookies with a dusting of powdered sugar across the tops. They’ve always been the perfect mixture of sweetness, one of the only holiday traditions Maya held dear.

“Happy Hanukkah!” She says once the door is opened, holding up her tin of homemade cookies. Her smile is wide, beaming, as always, though a shred of nervousness makes a home behind her eyes. Silently, she hopes Ardin is okay and that he hasn’t grown sick of her presence and her advances. “I, um, I brought cookies. Made them myself.” Maya thinks to address his distance but doesn’t. Maybe waiting was the better option. “I missed you.”

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STARTER FOR: @ardinhirsch LOCATION: Maya’s home. SETTING: Evening.

They hadn’t really talked since their little mutual confession. The one that Maya initiated, pouring the contents of her feelings out in the open for Ardin and only Ardin. For once, Maya doesn’t feel the need to flee. Even though it was hard to admit, she was having a wonderful time being Ardin’s...someone.

Maya woke to the quiet of her bedroom, the curtains closed, his scent lingering on the pillows beside her head. For a moment, she reaches her hand out to touch the area where he once was. It made her smile, something out of a movie. She marvels in his place before getting dressed. Maya grabs a blanket and two beers on her way out. There was only two places he could be. The porch or the living room. Maya’s home was nothing spectacular, to say the least. Once the living room is cleared and confirmed to be empty, she heads out to the porch.

“Ooooo, it’s getting cooolder oooouuuut,” Maya says in a sing-song tone, wiggling her shoulders as she does so. She plops down on the little lawn chair beside him, resting the two beers on the ground. Once her brown eyes rest upon the side of his face, she can tell something is wrong. Her head cants to the side before allowing her hand to stroke his stubble-clad cheek, “You okay?” Maya asks sincerely, “Did you accidently eat the very old salsa from the back of my fridge? If so, I’m sorry. I have a habit of buying food and then forgetting it exists.”

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STARTER FOR: @ardinhirsch LOCATION: Outside group therapy. SETTING: Early afternoon.

I should be doing good, Jack muses silently, surrounded by people. Though the circle is smaller today. Some patrons were missing, probably off somewhere feeling better after taking therapy seriously. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t take therapy seriously, he certainly did. He did everything in his power to take what he’s learned and apply it to both his everyday life and mindset. Yet, nothing has exactly prevailed. Especially these days. He’s trapped in a circle of strange misfortune, his past endeavors coming back with a vengeance. And, because of this, it was hard to cope with anything.

It’s been this way for months, really. Since October, to be exact. He looks to his right, tearing himself from his thoughts as a woman, Jane, talks about being bipolar. It makes Jack’s skin feel hot, hearing her. Another thing he hasn’t coped with, his own bipolar diagnosis.

When the meeting is over, Jack says his goodbye’s and whatever else he can muster. He grabs his jacket which he had brought on impulse. It was growing warmer in Catalina and he certainly didn’t neat a coat, but it makes him feel better. Hidden. Comfortable.

From the corner of his eye, he spots Ardin, someone he knows but only by proxy. I’m friends with your brother, Rory, Jack might say as a makeshift greeting, yet refrains. He walks outside, holding the door open for the other man. “The meeting wasn’t so bad today. Though, I do feel guilty when I don’t speak as much as the others.”