It wasn't until the door was firmly shut behind her and he couldn't see any reaction come from her that she finally let what his words had done to her show. Tremors raced through her to the point where her knees felt like buckling and a sick feeling rose up inside of her. He would leave her, he would actually leave her and there was a fucking a thing she could do about it if he did. At least if they had been alive she would have had time, would have been able to fight it and drag things out until one or the both of them came to their senses and called things. But it wasn't like that here. All he had to do was say something to the Fates and that was it, he would be gone and she would alone. The thought terrified her. Of having to spend eternity without him. Hesper might not have been able to say it, to say the words she know he wanted to hear but that didn't mean that some part of her didn't feel what he wanted to hear. She knew some part of her did. Why else would she have put up with his constant bull shite? Why else would she go back to him time and time and time again after they fought? Why else would she, after everything was said and done, still crawl into bed with him at night and wrap herself around him and loose herself in the scent and feel of him if she didn't feel something for him?
Yet he could just throw it all away. He could threaten the things that he did and just walk away. Hesper didn't know how to give him what he wanted. Hell she could barely show Arcturus at times and yet Sirius expected her to be able to do so with him. Shakily she moved away from the door and took a seat on the edge of her bed, her hands now shaking heavily as her head dropped down into them, refusing to cry even though she felt like doing so. She was stronger than that and she refused to allow him to bring her to such a state where the only course of action she had was to cry.
Hesper had been utterly unprepared for her door to slam open or him to come bellowing through it and as such she jumped clear out of her skin, falling off of the edge of her bed and landing on the floor. Deciding that for the moment, until her heart stopped racing and she could stand without shaking the floor was better place for her she glanced up at him, trying to come up with something to what he had said, to what he had been saying. She wanted to go the logical route of things and come up with something clever and witty to say but before she could even form a thought her mouth opened and words came tumbling.
"You're a fucking fool if you think I could ever just be done with you."