Literature
stress // connor (dbh) x reader
You let out a shaky sigh as you look around the empty, half-lit station. All the desks around you are empty. The only sources of light are the break room and the yellow-glowing lamp on your desk, providing you with little comfort. You just need to go home, to cry in your bed and let it all out, but you can’t because you still haven’t solved the case -
Your eyes burn, your vision blurs. No one’s here, not anymore, so it’s okay to cry, right? Just for a little bit? You kept making so many promises - I’ll find a lead, I promise and I promise I’m trying my best and Just give me a little more time that’s