Her suitcase stood by the door, untouched but ready. She didn’t look at him as she spoke. “You don’t even care, do you?”
Her voice wavered, sharp enough to break him, soft enough to kill him. “Say something.”
His chest burned, his throat tight. The words clawed their way out. “I’ll give you everything,” he said, his voice cracking. He stepped closer, reaching for her, his hand hovering just shy of her arm. “Anything. Just don’t go.”
Her head dropped, and for a moment, he thought she might crumble. He thought he’d caught her before she slipped away.
But then she looked at him, her eyes hollow. “You don’t even know what everything means.”
The handle of the suitcase scraped against the floor as she pulled it toward the door. He didn’t move. He couldn’t.
She paused in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the light spilling in from the hallway. “Goodbye,” she whispered, like it was the final piece of herself she was leaving behind.
The door shut, a quiet click that sounded like the end of the world.
He sank to the floor, staring at the empty space she left behind, and whispered to no one, “It was you. You were everything.”
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