"Want a bonbon?" Silena offers.

Your best friend's boyfriend, Charlie, had recently passed and her father, who owned a chocolate shop, had sent her 'consolation chocolates', as if to say "Sorry about the love of your life exploding. Here's some crappy chocolate, love you!"

You hadn't spent much time with Silena, so today the two of you sat in her bed while she silently ate her chocolates.

"They taste like soggy cardboard," Silena mumbles.