Richie

Richie

The tie clung onto his neck like a choker but he didn’t notice it as his mind was somewhere else entirely.

He yawned, rubbing at his heavy eyelids only to sit up in shock when he discovered that he was still inside his car since the previous night and that he was still clad in his wedding suit.

His wedding suit…

The suit that he had planned to take off the instant he was alone with Kate after their ending; the suit he no longer had the strength to take off his body because suddenly it felt like all of his dreams were already going up in smoke.

…a thick choking smoke.

He slowly trudged out of the car, walked all the way into the house, and stood hopefully in front of the large TV screen which only brought news of the exploded warehouse over and over again.

He couldn’t believe that something this drastic could simply happen only a few hours to something he’d always dreamed of.

It felt like a dream, a very terrible dream that he had still not woken up from and at the same time he