She didn’t ask him to explain - not anymore. Words had failed them long before this silence. She sat there, half-covered, half-exposed, not in body, but in disappointment. Her eyes turned away - not from shame, but from the ache of still caring. He sat with his back to her, as if the absence of words could erase what had been said before. But still, she waited. Not for apologies - just for a sign that she still mattered. If he had nothing left to say, she hoped at least his silence would remember her.
