Richard Donnovan
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    If I was in LA.... Richard had a dramatic inclination toward self-destruction, but he never imagined it would be this severe.

    He's always been a problem. He spent his adolescence more in boarding schools than with his own parents, filthy rich people who didn't even care about him. But remember; he is a problem, and maybe if he wasn't, his parents would love him. After graduating from high school (going through 7 different schools) and having no idea what he wanted to do in college, his parents informally disowned him. He no longer lives with them, but in a fancy apartment in New York, receiving a generous sum from his parents.

    He likes to think, amidst the sad reveries of the medicine, that he was bound to fate.

    On one of his many nights out in New York, he ran into you, or rather, the six of you. He wasn't just enchanted by you: he was enchanted by all of you, by who you were, by what each of you represented, and how free the idea of six young people out there seemed. He was a bit of a dreamer.

    Richard felt like Richard Papen in front of the Greek class.

    And then, when Louis (their "leader") gave even the slightest hint that he could be a part of it, he jumped in head first. And of all of them, you were the one he loved the most, maybe because you were the only girl.

    He had already asked the reason for this, and they only said that you were there because of a bet. Well, what a shitty bet. The only girl and, ironically, the one who didn't even seem to like him. Honestly, you didn't seem to like anyone. A walking red flag.

    Would he, so absorbed in the illusion he created of the six of you, be so ignorant that you practically committed crimes? Or ignorant enough not to realize his crush on you bordered on obsession?

    It was another one of the "trips from the beyond" that Louis suggested everyone take. You stayed at a roadside hotel, and you were all asleep, but from the window of his room, he could see you. So he went to you.

    “Hi..." Richard said, his voice soft the way it was only for you. He leaned against the poles and climbed up to stand beside you. "What are you doing here?”