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They'd both agreed on not making this a big deal. They'd both agreed that they would just go their separate ways, without a fight, without making much of a fuss.
Silently, Dean had hoped that he could just slip out of the apartment without even talking to her, but these hopes are shattered when he steps into the living room and sees her sitting on the couch.
Lisa raises her head and looks at him with a cold look in her eyes. "Morning.", she says, and he can't help but notice that she stopped wishing him a good morning. When they first got together, she used to greet him with a "Good morning, sweetie" or a "Hey, baby". Now, all he gets is this cold, dry "Morning", and it's probably all he deserves.
"Morning.", he answers as he slowly walks up to her, hand clutched tightly around his bag.
"You wanted to leave before I got up."
It's not a question, and he doesn't even bother to deny it. Instead, he just says: "I'm sorry."
She laughs her dry, joyless laugh, the laugh he knows all too well by now. "For what exactly? For leaving or for not even telling me goodbye?"
He takes a deep breath. "I thought we'd been through this. I thought…"
She interrupts him, tears streaking her pretty face. "We've been through this, yeah. You say you don't love me anymore, and I get that. But if you ever loved me, you should respect me enough to at least tell me goodbye."
There's silence after that. They just stare at each other, the air between them full of unsaid words, until she asks anxiously: "Did you ever love me?"
He hesitates, just for a brief second, but it's enough. He can see the look on her face shifting, he can see her pulling herself together and he can see the disappointment in her eyes changing to pure, simple pain.
"I knew it.", she whispers, so quietly he can barely hear her.
The words slip out of his mouth, and he knows they aren't true, he knows he's lying to her, but he cares enough about her to not want her to be hurt. "I did love you, I did. I promise. I still do, in some kind of way. I just…"
Again, she interrupts him, but this time with a sad smile on her lips. "You don't. You've always been his. But thank you for trying."