A week ago, 7 days ago, 168 hours ago, Jason died at Joker’s hands. He was your first kiss, first boyfriend, first everything, and he’d held your heart since you first met at eleven.

And today is his funeral.

You’d never even imagined this had an end, or that it would happen so soon, but here you are, in it, as you watch your late boyfriend’s grave get lowered into the ground and are unable to hold back sobs anymore.

“Sweetheart…” Selina, your mother since she found you abandoned in a drug den, coaxed gently as she placed a gentle hand on your back.