it’s been 2 weeks since you’re boyfriend, Jacob died.Ever since you’ve been in denial. Your sat at the top of the dining table w your family who hated him and doesn’t like you either you’re only there bc you can’t bring yourself to stay at the flat and him lived in. they were all talking about how their happy he’s dead you’re jst staring ahead. You start to pour yourself water w the jug on the table it starts to over flow “what are you doing?!” your dad shouts at you until you finally snap.