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Chestnut eyes snapped WIDE, Seraphina’s gaze immediately catching that of her THERAPIST. The once PROUD (and actually guilt-free) smirk she’d been wearing after BRAGGING about that very break up had FALTERED. Fallen away COMPLETELY, even. “I...” Could FEEL the way her heart BEAT all the way up to her EARS. She was getting MAD. She didn’t deserve to get MAD. It wasn’t fair on Helena to get MAD. “Sh-Sh-She...” SHE WOULDN’T... (It would be JUST LIKE HER...) “Why would you--” That felt like a STUPID QUESTION. She was her THERAPIST. It was her JOB to ask the questions that Seraphina’s brain AVOIDED. She was itching at the back of her neck now. And full lips were parted in OPEN-MOUTHED PANIC. Was almost HUMILIATING having her therapist see her so VULNERABLE. Until she’d realized she’d already GIVEN HER ANSWER AWAY at which point she just gave out a CYNICAL laugh. The hell was she HIDING FROM here? Nothing left these four walls. NOTHING. And so she collapsed back against the LUXURY sofa. (She’d made the bitch buy it six years ago.) “So maybe I’d FUCKING HATE IT...” Shake of her head and she gave a finaly few HARDER scratches. And her therapist pushed across the GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE. She happily took it. Down in one and a SIGH was the woman’s reward. “Y’know it’s really not my PLACE.” No matter how much she WANTED IT TO BE. “We don’t exactly say we’re DATING and I’m still getting USED UP at least once a week by HIM.” Words were SPAT OUT. Lip curling. Felt like she was gonna VOMIT. Oh how she had grown to LOATHE his existence across the last YEAR & A HALF since Benjamin’s death. “It’s really none of my business when ya look at it like that -- HUH?” None of her business. And yet STILL one she held a MAJORITY STAKE IN.