She couldn't look at him. If she looked at him she'd want him again. So instead, she started looking for the clothes that had been pulled off along the way. She could not look at him.
"No, no Fruit Loops," Bast replied, her tone becoming more agitated as she spoke. "No Captain Crunch. No Cocoa Puffs. No fucking breakfast cereal, okay? No!"
She huffed out a breath and snapped, "I'm fine. And yes, I'm going somewhere. I'm leaving. So no Cocoa Puffs, you won't need them, I won't be here anymore."
Her shirt was snatched off the floor with a snap of her wrist. There. She'd said it. It was done. It was over. Fine. It was fine. She was not going to cry.