His face was stern. I saw his temples pulsing as he ground his teeth up and down to the nerves. Eyes ice cold, he stared at me, taking in what I had said.

“And you’re sure about that?”

I nodded.

With a heavy sigh, his face became even tenser. He flicked his tongue over his bone-dry lips. Lips that I used to admire, desire.

I made a motion to stand up, grabbing my bag. He put out an arm and grabbed my wrist.

“I won’t beg you to stay,” he said, his voice like asphalt. “But I would like if you did.”

I shrugged. “There’s nothing here for me anymore.”

Before I left, I looked deep into his face. I wondered if I were making the right choice; you always wondered about things like that when making such a large life decision. The man who stared back at me with his icy glare was not someone I knew any longer. There may have been warmth there once, but no longer.