The Substitute
Language: en
I suffered from severe bipolar disorder. In three years, I had attempted suicide countless times. It was Sebastian who held me tight, his voice choked with emotion: "Nina, can you hold on a little longer, just for me?" After enduring countless rounds of electroconvulsive therapy and swallowing bottle after bottle of pills, I was finally able to leave the hospital on my own. But then, I ran into Sebastian, his face dark, watching a girl being embraced by another man. "Chloe, come here." "No, you're just using me as a substitute. I hate you, I don't want to be with you!" He dragged…