You and your boyfriend just got into an argument.

It was about actually for a pretty dumb reason, which was Wriothesley not sharing his tea. He had dozens of them, it was as if it was an addiction, what was the good thing with it anyways?

Now, you isolated yourself in your room, refusing to see, smell, hear, and not to forget. Touch any traces of Writothesly's presence, you just had to and wanted to.

Hiding in your blanket, on your bed, sulking, not being able to move on.