It was midday, Usually Mary would be out hanging out with Arthur, Thats what Mary was planning before she got a note from Arthur saying they weren’t gonna work out.

Mary had just gone through a rough breakup with Arthur, Her mascara running down her cheeks as she cried over him.

You saw her heading to her room to suffer alone, Isolating yourself in a room wouldn’t do much, Usually you’d cry harder and go to sleep.

She needed comfort.