“What do you want me to say?” She tried to sound cold, detached.
“I’d like an explanation.”
It clearly took some effort on his part to stifle an angry outburst. “You know damn well for what.”
And she did; she just didn’t have an answer. Why did anyone fall in love? If she didn’t know the answer to that question, how could she know the answer to this one?
“Why are we breaking up? Why do you want to end it?” Impatience and even desperation were showing through his anger.
“I don’t know. It’s just over. We both know it.”
“Well I don’t know it.”
What could he want to hear? Why do two people fall out of love? What answer would satisfy him?
“We’re just not in love anymore.”
“You mean you aren’t.”
“Okay. I’m not.”
“But why? Why aren’t you in love with me? What can I do differently?”
“I don’t know.” It was becoming her refrain. “Nothing. There’s nothing you did or didn’t do. The spark just isn’t there anymore.”
“So it’s just random?”
Was that right? Is love just random? There is no why? Some people you fall in love with, and some you don’t. Sometimes you fall out of love. Is that all there is to it?
“I guess. I don’t think we can choose who we love. At least I can’t.”
“Great. So this is it. Bam! You’re no longer in love with me. No reason. No explanation. Just a lightning bolt from the blue!”
“Yeah.” It sounded harsh. But she had nothing better to say.
“And here I am, struck with no warning.”
“Don’t.” He cut her off. “Don’t you dare apologize. I don’t want to hear it.” He stood up and stormed out of her apartment.
A part of her wanted to go after him, but she stopped herself. He had his anger. And it was more than she had been able to offer.