He watched her walk out of the office with him. She made him take the elevator, never the stairs. He knew he wasn't the only one watching, but knew his was the only heart breaking.
She wasn't for him, for a hell of a lot of reasons, but that didn't stop his heart from wanting, desiring, aching. She belonged to someone else, someone who didn't deserve her. Someone who would never love her as much as he did.
Tank stared at the monitor in front of him, and watched them exit the garage in the black Turbo. He sighed once, deeply, as if his soul exited his body on his exhaled breath.