Forty nine: Lunatic

Celina

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This was getting too hard for me. This was ruining my emotional sense. This was affecting my mental health. 

I stared at the glass of Scotch in my hand, smirked at it because I didn't want to cry. Tears were in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry. Yes, this was an obsession, but who cared?

My life was getting miserable. He had been gone for three days, but hadn't taken time to send me a call. About four or five months ago, he had paid attention to no one but me. He had never lived a day without speaking with me. 

Enraged, feeling like stabbing something or someone, I threw my glass of Scotch against the floor, leaped from my seat, panting hard like an angry lion. 

Of course, this wasn't the first time Seth would be with a woman, but this time around, he had truly fallen for her. If he hadn't truly