"Can we just please try to make this work?" she pleads him.
She's only begging because she knows he's the one, he can make her happy , he can't just leave and break her and so many other things she can't list. He glances over his shoulder and her heart skips a beat and her breathing is speeding up again.
"No," remorse is somewhere in those jade orbs she's grown to trust. The cold word said by his melodic voice still reverberates in her mind now.
Her mind is now just a useless jumble of words and she wonders if he can see he's breaking her right now, and that she has nothing left now that he's going to do the unspeakable, the impossible.
"Please," her alabaster hand reaches towards his slightly darker one.
"Don't make this any more harder than it is, Gwen," his musical voice, rough with emotion stops her movement.
She freezes and her denial begins to set in more firmly. He just can't do this, he can't. She can't believe this, and she just wants them to stay in their apartment and live happily ever after in their impossible careers. Not a bitter aftertaste of memories.
She can't help it. The curiosity is too strong. She begins to restart her previously stopped movement. Her delicate alabaster wrists brush against his slightly darker ones. There's no electricity anymore, and she's so confused and scared.
"It's better this way. Both of us can walk away whole while we still can. We both knew it was going to end this way," his pale emerald eyes look into her obsidian ones with no remorse or regrets.
She breaks eye contact and tries to swallow away the words and sarcastic comments she can say to him right now. It leaves a bitter taste of poison in her mouth and heart.
"Go," the only thing she says, no emotion in her voice as she numbly lets go of his wrist.
He smiles his heartbreaking smile at her. He adjusts the guitar and her heart on his shoulder and she swears he leaves in a flash, but she knows that isn't possible with all the stuff he has to carry out of the door.
She hears the sound of his car starting, and she numbly realizes he isn't coming back. Calmly, she sits on the couch and lays down, smearing her halfway done makeup. He decided to go when she was getting ready to go to another art museum.
He decided to go.
The words echo in her head and she starts to feel a slight pain in her chest. She swears this pain hurts at least twice as much more than when she broke her rib, and she can't help but cry from the pain that she's feeling everywhere. She has nothing left now that he's gone.
She buries her head into the couch, and she numbly realizes it smells like him. Apple and spearmint invade her senses and she can't stop it. It just hurts even more with all the little reminders, and she just wants him to come back now.
She can't believe she's breaking like this, but she can't help it.
He's on a highway, and he wonders if he did the right thing as remorse colours everything now.