Descent
He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.”
Her brows furrowed.
“Now do tell me, Winters,” Alastor forced himself to meet her gaze with a glare of his own, “…why do you want to know?”
. . .
“It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.”
–Mark Manson
. . .
Winters clenched her jaw, “I was just thinking,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”