A/N: This is the first in a series of drabbles, to help me become more confident in writing. Some might be 100 words, others might be 50.
The screen lights her face up in a sickly glow.
She's shaking, mouse hoovering over the "reply" button, when:
"Beth, honey?"
Her breath catches in her throat ; tears sting her eyes.
There is a pregnant pause between them.
"I'm,uh...I'm going to bed now."
She pauses...bites her lip so hard it hurts.
"...I love you," he whispers, and leaves.
"Oh god, what am I doing?" she asks herself.
She drags the e-mail to the "trash" folder...
...And puts her head in her hands and sobs, because she knows that she still loves him, too.
"I'm sorry, Jerry."