Dust
He feels nauseous. He tries not to listen to her biting words, and soon enough they become hollow sounds. Meaningless. They still cut through him like glass though, because he knows what she's saying even if he's not fully paying attention.
"I'm sorry… I-I—" He cuts her off before she can finish her false apologies.
"Please… just, whatever you do, don't tell me you love me."
"But, I—"
He shakes his head. "Please. Just, don't." He forces out through clenched teeth.
She opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off.
"It will make it easier to watch you go if I believed you never cared about me."
She is quiet for a moment. "I wish it didn't happen like this."
Or you just wish it didn't happen in the first place.
She doesn't know what else to say to him. So many thoughts and words race through her mind. She needed something, anything to say to him to make this somewhat okay. She comes up with nothing. Wordlessly she backs towards the door.
"I'm sorry." She breathes, looking at him.
"No, you're not." He feels his face harden.
Her face crumples. "Please…" She looked pathetic. It did nothing but fill him with anger, although a small part of him that he was desperately trying to shut off wanted nothing more than to rush across the room and gather her in his arms and make it all better. But how could he comfort her when she was the one hurting him?
"Please what? Make it easier for you to leave me?" He says bitingly.
The tears swim in her brown eyes. "Give me a reason not to come back," She whispers.
Ha. He swallows thickly. "I don't want you. I don't need you. I don't love you." He lies through his teeth.
The tears are cascading down her face and fast.
The sick feeling in his gut reaches his heart.
She searches his blank face, trying to decipher if his words were really true.
He keeps his mask on.
She stares at him one last time. The look that she gives him is what finally obliterates his heart into a million pieces. She looks at him as if he were a monster. As if she didn't know him. As if everything that they went through suddenly changed. He supposes it did change. Then she's gone.
He stays glued to the spot he's standing in. He hates her. He hates what she does to him. He hates himself even more for lying to her. He hates that he got involved with this mess. He hates that he can't bring himself to regret it. He hates that he won't ever get over her.
It was never supposed to happen and when it did it was never supposed to last.
She had him now. He just had himself.
A/N: This belongs nowhere. It's sort of like in the middle of a scene of a story that does not exist. I don't even know who the characters are; they keep changing in my head.