Self-Destructive

It was noon, and I could feel his fingers tracing my jaw. His lips pressed against my neck. "Dru," he whispered. "I'm trying not to be selfish."

I slipped out of bed and locked myself in the bathroom. My back slid down against the door, and I wrapped my arms around my knees. I felt like I didn't know myself anymore. I was so self-indulgent; I was so selfish. William always wanted so much more than this, but I knew I couldn't be the person to give that to him. I needed to fix myself before I could be with anyone else, but I didn't think I could ever be well enough to be with someone.