The comment he made about her beauty was like a slap in the face. She looked a the tickets for a second before pulling them from his hands. She would have been so happy if he hadn't kissed Charlie. It would have made her week, hell, her month. Now it was just something to help her through her pain.
She walked toward the door, stopping just before she left. She couldn't just leave without saying anything. He needed to know this wasn't it, that this wasn't the end of them. She didn't turn around, but turned her head enough that he would clearly hear her words. "I still love you and I still want to be with you...but don't expect me to come home tonight." With that she left, headed for Z's room. He needed someone, even if it wasn't her. She could count on his sister for that.