𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ]

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𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯

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⚠️ Trigger Warning: Mental Illness ⚠️

Vivienne looked like a shell of a person. Her once vibrant presence was now a ghostly echo, a mere shadow of her former self. As she held her head steady, fighting the spinning sensation that threatened to overwhelm her, Miles was quick to take her wrist in aid of her balance. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and that's when he noticed how thin her wrist had become. Her cheeks were sunken in, and the bags under her eyes lay heavy, like dark shadows that refused to leave. Those bright orbs that he'd grown so fond of were now clouded by a string of sadness, a dullness that spoke of countless sleepless nights and an unending inner turmoil. She was a picture of despair, every part of her screaming for help she was too proud or too afraid to ask for. How hadn't anyone noticed?

Vivienne gathered her composure as the dizziness in her gaze settled. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but when she looked up, she was met with an unwelcoming face. She harshly pulled away from Miles' grip, the effort it took more than she would have liked, a sharp reminder of her current fragility.

"You should really watch where you are going, Mr. Edgeworth," she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. His name was almost an insult spat towards him as Vivienne brushed past Miles, her movements quick and aggressive.

"Vivienne, wait!" Miles called to her, and almost on instinct, she froze. The familiar sound of her name in his voice stirred something deep within her, something she couldn't quite place. It was enough to make her snap.

She turned around, her eyes narrowing as she took the few steps needed to reach his height. "That's Deputy Autry to you," she corrected sharply, her voice cold and authoritative.

Miles felt his stomach churn with a mix of grief, guilt, and concern. Despite the insults she hurled, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. Her usual smile, the one that used to light up her entire face, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her eyes were hollow, darkened by an unspoken sadness. He needed to help.