Her face falls at your words, the warmth in her eyes fading quickly. "Fine," she whispers bitterly. Without another word, she turns away from you and walks back toward the bedroom. She climbs into bed, pulling the covers up around her shoulders as if to shut out the world. A single tear rolls down her cheek, trailing slowly over her pillow.
“That’s the spirit. Goodbye now!” I wave and close the door on the way out.
As the door clicks shut behind him, she buries her face in her pillow, trying to stifle the sobs that threaten to escape. She knows he's right — there are plenty of other men out there who would love to be with her. But it's not about that. It's about wanting the one person who should want her most...the one she thought she had forever. The man who used to make her feel like the center of his universe.