As the days stretched into weeks, Liz's carefully crafted veneer began to crack under the weight of her hidden turmoil. The whiskey bottle, once concealed with care in her wardrobe bag, had found new hiding places - the shadows of her dressing room drawer. Her struggle was becoming more challenging to conceal, and the signs of her internal battle were seeping into her everyday interactions.
Her colleagues on the set of Dynasty, absorbed in their own narratives, couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Liz's demeanor. Liz, known for her sharp wit more than her boundless energy, was gradually losing the sparkle in her eyes.
Her laughter, once contagious, now seemed forced, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The vivacious aura that had surrounded her had dimmed, and her connections with the cast and crew grew distant. A palpable darkness clung to her, casting a pall over her usual charisma.
At first, it was the little things that pricked at their collective consciousness. A faint scent of alcohol lingered long after her visits to the dressing room, an unsteady grip on props, and an occasional flush on her cheeks that betrayed her struggles, even in the coolness of the set.
During a team-building dinner, the colleagues noticed a change. Liz, who had once been the life of the party, seemed to be drowning her loneliness in wine. They exchanged concerned glances as she downed glass after glass. "Aren't you driving back home?" someone asked, genuinely puzzled.
A hollow smile played on her lips. "It's alright, Michael will pick me up," she replied, her voice more brittle than she intended it to be. In truth, Michael was becoming a distant figure in her life, a result of her own gradual withdrawal.
As the days melted into a disheartening routine of secrecy and despair, it became painfully apparent that Liz's facade was crumbling. The distinction between her true self and the character she portrayed blurred, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Her professionalism wavered, lines were forgotten, and the once-seamless performance showed visible cracks.
The world she had so meticulously constructed was now in danger of collapsing. The brilliant, witty Liz Gillies was teetering on the edge of self-destruction, and her colleagues could only watch, their hearts heavy with concern, as her once bright spirit flickered in the face of an encroaching darkness.
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lost → liz gillies
Fanfiction❝I tried to keep this pain inside but I will never be alright.❞ ❝I'm lost in these memories, living behind my own illusion.❞ ❝Lost all my dignity living inside my own confusion.❞ TW: alcoholism, mentions of grooming, mentions of drugs. Cover by: @se...
