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He never feels as alive as when he is running through the field. For Richard it's a rare occasion, when he can break away from his caretakers, when he can throw his suit to the side to crumple and not care if it gets dirty. Only a boy, he had been brought up in an influential family where the expectations were enormous. Carted around from clubs to schools to second and third houses to events to who knows what was stressful to anyone really. There are many times children from families such as these are denied anything resembling a normal childhood.

This is the reason he will run. Taking off his shoes and throwing his blazer to the side he can feel wind running through him while speed is picked up. He is no longer Richard Davidson Blake Jr, he is just a kid. To him that sensation of freedom is all he wants at the moment. Sides ache from being unaccustomed to heavy exercise and eyes water from a gust that hits just right. The grin painted on his face shows he could not care less at this moment. Like every good, it came to an end far sooner then it should have.

"Sir! Get back here immediately!"

Begrudgingly Richard turned his head and saw his driver that was supposed to look after him. A few seconds ago his feet had wings but now they felt made of stone as he trudged back through the field. His blazer had undoubtedly gotten too dirty to wear from throwing it, but the worst was only being able to find one shoe. His drivers disappointment was practically physical, crushing the air around them both.

"I do hope you are happy young Sir.."

The way the driver spoke showed he did not care if Richard was happy. If anything it was meant to make Richard more uncomfortable. The backseat of the car was lifeless, he noted. Leather and mental and plastic and dread built it. It was then Richard decided he didn't care about the drivers disappointment. Looking out the window the only thing on his mind was figuring out how to do it again.

"Yes, I am."

A small smile back on his face as the driver scowled at him, Richard felt something indescribable. Sometimes, the world wasn't all bad.