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Dick sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the read receipt below his text. The worst part was he had the proof she'd read it, but still hadn't responded.
The thing about bad days was that they just kept spiralling downwards. He couldn't sleep because his thoughts were too loud.
He had tried to go to bed. Got to his room, but was unable to change into pjs. Eventually got to the bathroom but slumped to the floor.
The door opened. He looked over and frowned.
"You didn't reply."
"Sorry, I was already on my way. Of course, I came."
