General

Derek had spent Thursday night wandering the streets alone. Looking like a ghost who had been wronged in life, and had come back to haunt those who had hurt him. He remembered very little about Friday, and it mostly had to do with the darkness of his office, and that hiding under his desk had felt like the best idea ever. Like with that bit of wood between him and the rest of the world, the fire that was burning away at his life would not reach him. He had avoided human contact, that entire day. Be it directly, or through his phone.

But now it was Saturday morning and Derek was wide awake.

Which was not a difficult thing to achieve, especially for him, since he'd never gone to sleep in the first place.

Normally, during his sleepless nights, Derek would try to do something active, which was mostly him swimming laps in the pool.