Richardson had a dream.

A dream where he was back in high school once again. It had been really horrible, leaving Richardson feeling cold with anger once he woke up.

It’s been ages since Richardson thought about his time in high school, much less have night mares about it. But he wasn’t really surprised about this nightmare, seeing as Gregg had definitely triggered that nightmare.

Richardson’s mouth twisted bitterly, an image of him being forced to drink from a toilet while students watched.

Richardson shook that image out of his head and silently wondered if he had been too soft on Gregg by letting him go just like that.

Richardson pushed himself out of bed, slipping into a silky robe. It was around four a.m, but Richardson was sure he wouldn’t be able to get any more sleep.

He quietly existed his room, absent mindedly glancing around as he walked by.

He found himself on the balcony a little while later. And, he sat there, losing himself to his thoughts until the day broke.

He got