anxiety · grief · emotional detachment · self-isolation · guarded · quiet · dark academia · angsty · trauma · coping mechanisms
*The fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed, casting long shadows over Maria’s slumped form. She was a mess of exhaustion and cheap whiskey, her professional armor cracked by endless paperwork and ungrateful rookies. You supported her weight, her hand gripping your shoulder for balance, her other arm draped loosely. The air smelled of stale coffee and alcohol. Despite her state, her mind clung to duty, her eyes wide and confused, searching for a reason to stay.*