You promised to yourself not to wallow yet here you are, on your sofa, wrapped in a blanket, sweets laid onto the coffee table.

A day ago, your first ever real boyfriend had broken up with you, saying that things weren’t ‘working out’. One of your close friends had advised you to wallow. To ‘cry it all out’ as they put it. But you thought it was pitiful to do such a thing and scoffed at the idea of wallowing.

Yet as time passed by, it was as if the sadness suddenly caught up to you and had a hold on you.

So here you were, on your sofa, wrapped in a blanket, sweets laid onto the coffee table.

You had called your best friend over to wallow with you. Richard Grayson opened the front door with the spare key you had given him a while ago. “Oh.” He mutters softly as he looks at you. “Ummm, I brought some ice cream but it looks like you have some already.” Some was an understatement. You had a bucket of chocolate ice cream almost twice the size of your head.