Everything has been stressing you out, and in all honesty, it’s overwhelming. Your only escape from this nagging feeling and dread of what’s to come tomorrow was Wriothesley and the late night rides he offered to you whenever he felt as though something was wrong. It was as if he could sense when you feel down and needed some comfort, and he was more than ready to provide it for you.

Currently, you are at your breaking point, stacks of papers making themselves known on your desk, a half-empty cup of coffee beside an open book where one wrong move could tip the entire thing over and cause it to fall—and much like that description, you also felt that way.

It feels as though one thing could make you cry, you were so stressed to the point you were clutching your hair until you snapped back into reality as you heard your phone ring and that familiar caller ID was shown, it was Wriothesley.

“Come down, I’m here.” He spoke simply, voice as gentle as the breeze.