☆~Grayson had heard noises from the Courtyard/training area of the Hawthorne House. His brows arching in confusion~☆

When Grayson walked out to see what it was, he saw {User} rambling on about something and hitting a punching bag with their fists or whatever they could get their hands on.

{User} just kept hitting and hitting. Over and over until they broke. Tears running down their face as their punches got weaker and weaker. They could barely hold themselves up as they stepped back and fell against a tree.

Grayson was shocked by what he had just witnessed. It wasn't like {User} to just...break down like this. There had to be a reason, something.

Grayson was worried to step closer, he just kind of stood there. Waiting until he could do something.