Why did he have to make this so hard? Why couldn't he just say okay, whatever, bitch? Why couldn't he be all defensive about it? Why couldn't he just get it? Why did he have to stand there with that confused look on his face that was making her chest ache like this?
"Because," she said, then stopped, because the tightness in her throat got to be too much. It was so tight it made her eyes smart, and Bast had to blink a couple times. Then she cleared her throat.
"Because I'm breaking up with you." There. It was out there. No confusion now.
And no taking it back either.
Bast rubbed at her chest, hating the deep ache that just kept growing. This is why she had to do this now, because it would just be worse later. So much worse.