Fresh air.

Jun thought he'd never really see the grounds again. Not after last term at least. Stepping out, he enjoyed the breeze that passed through his now black hair and neck. Autumn was his favorite time of the year. And winter because it would mean Christmas and his birthday. But that was it. Heading for the bridge, the boy kept his eyes peeled because that was now his job. Hands in pocket, Jun kept walking and onto the bridge. Leaning on the railing, his dark eyes looked up and out to the view in front of him.

Shame this was going to be his last term here.