"Are you trying to imply that—"
"I was happy to be by your side only; my heart would tremble like a flower in the wind. The flower bowed down to your wind to survive. The wind died out eventually, so did the flower." She does not face his way; she knows she will not be able to resist his tempting blue orbs, which always find their place in her heart and conscience, eventually forcing her to give up once more, to give him another chance.
Another chance to go to a waste.
"So basically, you want to…?"
A nod should have explained everything she dares to express.
Yet, why does he look so at loss, so wounded by a simple movement of her head? He is the one who does not care, is he not? Or, did they change the roles in this excessively long play before either could comprehend what was happening?
She does not know anymore. She does not want to spend her days, weeks and months wondering whether he is also thinking about her or whether he will come home early this time, just for her sake.
She is still so young, yet her soul is that of an aged woman who lived long in this life, experiencing every little misfortune and surprise the mischievous fate brings her way.
Except both her misfortunes and surprises are full of bitterness and nothing else.
It is a matter of time before she cannot take it anymore and do the first thing that comes to her mind:
Scream at the top of her lungs.