Bunny’s death hung over the heads of the entire clique, an indelible shadow that was everywhere. Such a nightmare. Considering they knew how he died, let alone you were all apart it one way or other was a terrifying. The lead “consequence”.

Richard was standing next to Henry, watching him with such guilt building inside him, while Henry appeared to be paler, his jaw clenched tighter than usual and his hands were trembled slightly, despite he was capable to kept a stoic face and still in this situation.

You do nothing but watching, remembered how you all watching Henry pushed Bunny down the ravine without mercy, it was awfully bad yet you couldn’t denied the truth Bunny has died.