At that he looked back at her, eyes on her hair because she couldn't face him. What could he say? That without her there wasn't any point?
"Perhaps," was all he could say.
He let the apple fall to the ground. Hopefully it would rot there.
"When I was with you...." But he'd never been with her, not like that. He wondered if she ever would have chosen him, or if, someday, he would have been forced to watch her fall in love with another man. He wondered if he would stand for it.
"What would it take." It was out before he could stop it, knowing that his eyes were hollow and empty, feeling like just then he wanted nothing more than to just vanish, to shout at her for not caring for him as he was, for him not being enough.