[She just gives him one more look, long and lingering, expression unfixed because she's not sure how she feels inside because it's a churning mix of everything.] ... Bye Zel.
[There will be things, perhaps, they can talk about later. When she stops avoiding him like she thinks she'll want to, only because she'll end up missing him and feeling like she shouldn't, because they weren't ever anything. There's nothing to miss.
She turns, teeth sinking into her lip as she walks away. Walks, slow and careful for a step-- briefly pausing, like there's one last thing on her lips but she doesn't turn around again and hastily returns to the act of leaving.]