𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆❟ 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆❟ 𝗶 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸｡ ｡ ｡𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆❟ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 ❝𝗶𝘁​❜𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂❟ 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗲❞
𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆❟ 𝗶❜𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Dick walked into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend Lori. He'd had a long day at work, an important event coming up. He'd been preparing for it for months. He was nervous about that, stressed about work. He'd gotten chewed out by his boss, and had stayed up late as Nightwing the previous night. So all he wanted to do was eat, cuddle with Lori and take a nap.

"Lori!" Dick called out as he tossed his spring coat on the table by the door. Dick waited for a response but there wasn't one. Although he heard the sound of shuffling in the living room. Someone was there. Dick narrowed his eyes, and tilted his head. He listened carefully to the footsteps. They were Lori's. Perhaps she hadn't heard him. Dick walked into the living room cautiously.

Lori was pacing around the room, her teeth tugging at the skin on the very tip of her brown-skinned thumb. Dick could already see little red dots forming on Lori's thumb. Lori tightly held her right forearm in her left hand. Her nails digging into the skin, as angry red marks peaked out from her nails. Dick's face softened at the sight, although worry spiked in his heart.

Dick slowly walked over to her. He gently grabbed her wrists to stop her from hurting herself further. "Lori...love, what's wrong?" Dick asked, his voice soft, yet inquisitive. Lori immediately snapped out of whatever trance she was in. "We need to talk." She finally breathed out, albeit it was a trembling breathe.

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Dick blew a raspberry and leaned back in the rolling chair at his desk. The creak of the chair could be heard, as well as the other faint noises in the deserted office. The clicking of his pen, the creak of the chair, the flipping of pages. All of these sounds joined together in an unharmonious union. Dick could feel a hand cramp coming along as he wrote, the pain prickling his muscles with each scrawl of a letter.

Dick's hand finally gave way, his fingers outstretched, and the pen rolled off the desk and fell to the ground. He sighed and picked up the pen. And as he was coming back up he hit his head on the corner table. He swore, and rubbed the back of his head. He ran hand over his eyes, as if trying to wipe the weariness out of them - it didn't work.

Dick banged his head on his desk. He could practically hear her telling him to go home, and rest. It made some small, and petty part of him want to stay even later. Just to spite her imaginary voice in his head. But he didn't. He was already tired enough. He gathered his stuff and went home.

As he entered the dark and empty apartment the familiar feeling of loneliness and longing settled in. Finding home his heart. Dick plopped on the couch leaning his head back on the cool leather. A long, heavy sigh escaped his lips. How did he end up like this?

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Lorelei rubbed her temples as she reveiwed the case files. She and her FBI team were working a case, and it was driving her insane. They were missing something. She knew it. She'd been working at this for hours. It was currently 3:00 AM. She started at 6:00 AM the previous day.

She knew that if he were here he'd have pulled her away from the desk, and find some odd way to convince her to get some rest. She knew she needed to sleep. But she didn't. She pushed herself further. She kept on working. Only stopping to get more coffee. She called around, worked on a geographical profile.

She researched the families of the victims. She looked into the life of the victims. All the victims freinds, co-workers, employers, et cetera. Lorelei watched security tapes, reveiwed all the evidence she could. Pouring all her focus and energy on catching this killer.

She could feel the dark circles under her eyes multiply as she worked herself to the bone. She rubbed her eye as if it would remove the loneliness from them. It didn't. She was still alone in her depopulated office. That was her fault, her choice. Lorelei couldn't blame anyone else for her descion. She chose to push him away, and be alone. And it left a gaping hole in her heart which grew each day. She could feel the self-loathing voice in her head growing louder. Why was she like this?

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Dick woke up with a crick in his neck from sleeping in such an odd position. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep on his couch. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. His hands tangled themselves in his hair, before glding back down over his face. He rolled his neck, and there was a loud pop.

He stood up, and stretched his stiff bones. He walked over to the kitchen and prepared himself a cup of coffee. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the coffee creamer and poured it into his coffee. He grabbed a spoon, and soon the sound of metal clanking against the ceramic mug filled the depopulated kitchen.

He sipped on the hot brown liquid as the drowsiness began to fade. He let out a sigh, as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He looked at the clock, he was an hour late for work. At this point he didn't even care anymore. He just stood there. Stood there and apathetically drank his coffee.

Once he was finished with his coffee he took a shower. He stood there and let the hot water cascade down his body. Soothing any remaining tension from sleeping in the odd position he'd slept in. After he finished in the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and brushed his teeth. He glanced up in the mirror, tired eyes staring back at him. He sighed, and dried himself off. He got dressed, putting on a pair of sweatpants and his black canary shirt. He face planted onto his bed. After a few minutes of laying there he called his boss and called in sick.

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Lorelei woke up with a jolt, papers flying askew as her head bolted up from the desk. She was sore with an awful crick in her neck from sleeping so oddly. Her chest was heaving, she was sweaty, and her hair was going in every direction but the one it was supposed to be in. Her hand glided up her face and through her hair. She could feel a mix of straight and wavy strands.

Lorelei groaned as she realized some her hair had reverted back to it's natrually curly state. She withdrew her hands from her hair. Lorelei grabbed her car keys, and unlocked her office door. As she walked to the elevator she got several odd looks from fellow FBI Agents. She ignored them, of course. She wasn't gonna frett over what her subordinates thought of her.

Lorelei drove home to her apartment to take a shower. The scalding hot water rolled down her brown skin. It outlined her faded scars, faded, yet not forgotten. The rest of her hair began to shrink into loose coffee colored coils. She washed her hair, and the rest of her body. Lorelei walked out of the shower and dried herself off. She toweled her hair and walked into her bedroom. She changed into a tight black longsleeved square neck, and grey dress pants.

She walked back into the bathroom to try and tame her wild curls. As she looked in the mirror she ignored the unfamiliar dead hazel eyes that starred back at her. Gazing into her soul. If it was even there anymore. She'd gotten used to that look. The dark circles under the eyes? She let them stay. The lonely feeling that ate away at heart? She let it. The longing for him...? She let it be, it would never go away. She would always want him to be there. Always.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵