116| Both Toxic.  

The next morning, I woke up to a warm, empty bed. I jerk into alertness as I look around me. No Harry. I shouldn't be surprised, as I am, but I am. There's a pang in my heart.

'Let me use you, Isla.'

He didn't forgive me. He just wanted to use me so that he could feel better. And I let him. I even wanted him to, and I still want him to use me. Anyway, that's what he wants, just so he won't feel bad anymore.

He said he had nightmares about Jeremy. About killing Jeremy. I can't imagine how that might feel. He feels haunted. I should talk to him and try to get him to see a therapist. That's the best option at this point.

I won't let him drown in self-loathing and depression. I rise up from the bed and go to my dressing mirror. I see that I'm rough and there are patches of dirt all over me.

That's what I get for having sex in the middle of the forest. A shy smile forms on my lips. Harry wants me. Harry needs me. I just need him to see how much.

I have a nice and relaxing bath, then change