“Why?” She screamed. “Why would you do this to me? How can you just leave me like this?”
There was no response. Not even a sound.
She sat hunched in the corner. Tears streamed down her face. She had lost him. Everything was spinning out of control. She looked at him; his eyes stared back at her.
What was she to do? She had just lost her best friend. He had been with her for years. She thought that he would stay by her side forever. Even when she had moved across the country for a job, he went with her. Why would he leave me now, she wondered? Had she not been good to him? Was her friendship not enough? Was she not enough?
It just didn’t seem right that after all this time, he should just leave like this. She wanted there to be something that she could do to change things. Yet there was nothing. It was too late.
She stood and paced about the room. She was still crying. She tried to calm herself down so that she could rationalize the situation properly. After her circling the room half a dozen times and having taken several deep breaths, she believed she was getting herself more under control. At least, that is what she told herself.
She sighed as she sat down on the couch with him. She looked longingly into his eyes, hoping that maybe there would still be something there. Any response at all would be better than the nothingness she was seeing. But there was no reaction from him. He stayed where he was, no sign that he even heard her let alone that he would respond to her pleas.
With another sigh, she arose. She was done crying for now; she had to be. It was abundantly clear that she was not going to get him back. She could not keep him with her. She could cry more later if she needed to. For now, she needed to get herself cleaned up.
She had a big meeting in an hour. She had told him of the meeting just two days ago. She wished that he could have waited to do this until after. It would have made things so much easier on her. Obviously, her feelings in this didn’t seem to matter to him. He may still have been in her apartment, but he was already long gone.
She crossed the room slowly, trying not to think about the whole thing. She had to pull herself together if she was going to be presentable for the meeting. Another tear slid from her eye as she entered the bathroom. She grabbed a tissue, dried her eyes, took a deep breath and flushed the toilet.
She walked to the sink and turned on the water. She splashed her face several times to wash away the tears that had streaked makeup. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She looked ragged. Her hair was a mess. Mascara ran in streams beneath her eyes. She had taken this really hard.
She had loved that fish so much, and now he was gone forever.