Dear William, I'm sorry we didn't know each other more. During our shared time at Uppingham, I was battling my own demons - surrounded within the fear of forced isolation and negative interaction by those around me. You noticed that I was being bullied. You could sense what was happening and you spoke to me a number of times and expressed your own hardships. You could tell that I was an outsider and I could tell that you were also and I remember the struggles you experienced - but we never communicated to the extent of shared vulnerability. The main difference being that I succumbed to the treatment and you existed against it. You fought hell over high water to be your own person, to exist in a way that was true to yourself. Observably - to someone like me, you resonated so much strength that I didn't have the capacity to think what degree of withering may lay beneath the cool and calm exterior. I remained withdrawn within my own confinements. To this day, the demons of that time in our lives still come to me. I have nightmares about it occasionally. At moments of fear, those disgusting acts and rituals creep into my brain - but I keep moving forward. I truly wish that we could have talked more and been there for each other. The extent to what you were going through personally and mentally is so much more extensive to what I could have ever imagined or compared to - that the tunnel you were may have been entrenched in seemed very bleak indeed. You deserved to gain the light to the end of that. I hope that wherever you are - you are happy and at peace - far away from the dark of Rutland and free to be unapologetically your own, lovely self. All the best, Chris