Visions of the night

It was a bright day. The acacia branches are swaying gently in the breeze when he got out of his house riding on his scooter. The unseen scent of blossom hung and the weather seems to ease his ail.

Rick was mortified when he knew Gilt was going to. He was already notified about Gilt’s whereabouts. He left a message to him, informing that he’ll be going out to go to Ohio and meet Maris – the headmistress of the household. It’s occasionally rare for this to happen, Maris won’t even bother to call to him nor check on him. It was only Gilt who had shown at least a decent compassion of his situation.

To be real, Rick would prefer Gilt to stay over Maryvale. He felt secure when he’s around. It’s not like he’s highly dependent on him, but taken consideration about the recent events, he’d prefer that someone who’s stronger than him would stay.