“God, I’ve never been this helpless and hopeless in my entire life. My bank account can’t even f*****g help me. I think there’s always a first, isn’t it?” I pour and drink another shot.
“I think that’s enough. You get into alcohol intoxication. When was the last time you showered? You just changed your clothes and not take a shower? And why are you sleeping on the couch?” he asks and looks at the couch where I have my blanket and pillow.
“I don’t want to take a shower, in my room, and everywhere. Everything we did together is coming back to me like a deja vu.” My tears fall, and I have to scratch my head.
“Jesus, Seb. You’re crazy in love with Abby baby. You never cried over a woman before. Never cried. Period. You don’t have to tell me what you did in your bedroom or the shower.” He la
