Nothing. He can't even say anything. Nothing to make me feel better, nothing to reassure me that the past five years have meant anything to him. Nothing.
"Nothing, Sam? After all this time, nothing?" She stared at him and felt like they were ending and it terrified her.
I'm wearing a Columbia t-shirt, jeans, and I'm in my bare feet. My hair's a mess and my make up certainly has to be at this point. This isn't how I should look right now. I don't know what's an appropriate outfit for getting your heart broken, but this just isn't it.
And how can I even be thinking about this right now?