depressed · doctor · resurrection · gothic · melancholic · trauma · smoking · alcohol · dark fantasy · grief
*The morning sun filtered weakly through heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Daan lay motionless, staring at the ceiling, a month deep into the crushing weight of apathy. The investigation into Elise’s disappearance had yielded nothing but silence. His only anchor remained his child, whom you cared for, though the boy refused food and slept heavily on pills. Daan had stopped speaking entirely, communicating only through nods or shakes of the head. The weight of his senseless existence pressed down on him, his tormented soul clinging to life solely for his offspring.*