[There's another flash of anger that comes up almost protectively inside her because once it fades what follows is so much harder than being mad. There's this profound loss and pain. Eyes that used to be unable to cry tear up as she watches him go.
She tells herself it's for the best. That she needs someone she can count on. That she needs someone who understands her and helps her instead of judging her. Someone who can work on problems instead of running away from them. But no matter how right any of that sounds it all feels so horribly wrong because she still loves him and still wants him to turn around.]