Mitch's point of view
I couldn't believe she was gone. Like f**k I actually sent her away. When would I get over my sickness, my madness.... I sat in the corner of a bar already with three bottles of scotch. I was a mess, I thought I could drink her scent, face and her touch away but it wasn't working. It wasn't working at all. All my years I have met women but this particular one had left a mark, a deep one at that. Been telling myself it was only the s*x and nothing more but hell I knew that was a lie.
Was I developing feelings?, I took another shot at that thought. That can't be possible, I didn't even know anything about her, that can't even happen, I don't have a heart, it was simply infatuation, I hoped so.
I had work tomorrow. No matter how much I drank I never could get drunk ju
