"To love is to burn," he whispers, "To be on fire."

Burning, I defenitely am. My stomach is churning, boiling, protesting. The glass that slipped out of my hand lays on the ground. His hand is softly caressing my cheek. Once, the touch comforted me, made me feel safe. Now, the touch leaves a cold trail of shivers behind. Not of pleasure, but of fear.

He leans in, his breath hot on my neck. He continues stroking my cheek, supposedly lovingly. But I know he doesn't love me. He's obsessed with me. My lips tremble, but I can't move. My heart is beating slower with the second. I know I don't have much time.

"Oh, Selene. If you just could've seen what I was doing for you.", his fingers graze my neck. "Do you feel it? Do you feel your insides burning? That's what it felt like loving you, Selene. It felt like being on fire."

I feel a hand snaking its way up my skirt. He squeezes my hip, not gently, not affectionately, but way too hard, and he is hurting me. Hot tears continue flowing out of my eyes. I try not to look at him, look at the ceiling, the lamp, the cupboard I once thought was so innocent.

"All I have done," his hand rakes up and down my leg. Goosebumps follow in its wake. "Just so you could see. See that the right person was right in front of you from the very start. Me, Selene. You should have chosen me."

No, it's your fault!, I want to say, You were the one who made all the wrong choices!, but the only thing coming out of my throat is gurgling. I can't move, can't speak, can't breathe.

His face is the only thing I can see now, floating in front of me, I barely even hear his voice, can't feel his fingers on my leg, I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.

"Your eyes say it all, darling. You blame me, because he's gone now, don't you?" He scoffs. "It's not my fault. It's yours."

I feel the last warm tear rolling down my cheek as I close my eyes. My fault. He's right. I deserve this, I deserve to die alone with him, because it's all my fault.

"Remember, love. Even after, even when your soul leaves, that it's your fault."

My Fault.