Re: Alexander M/Ash D
[She wanted to argue with him more, to try and cling to whatever it was she had thought they had, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. There's a sound from her, grief and sadness layered together, and she gives a firm shake of her head, pulling out of his grasp and stumbling over to grab her purse where it had been set earlier. She doesn't say anything, the ugly crying is too much to let words through, and more than a few people are staring at the pair as she storms off and out the doors of UMC into the Vegas night, and it's there that she finally sits, on the sidewalk with her butt planted down, knees bent up in front of her, and she leans forward until her head is pressed against her knees, and it all comes pouring out.]