Something had to give. There were no more tears to shed. They had long since run out of obscenities to shout, fingers to point, blame to shift, and verbal ammunition. The passion that fueled the grudges and resentment between them had gone cold and expired. Whatever love they had died a long time ago, they simply refused to acknowledge it. They had gone through the empty motions day after day, maintained the futile lovemaking that left them numb at best, hoping that maybe the friction of bodies would re-light the spark that had been lost. In the end, it only served as a reminder of how empty and hollow they had become. In the dark, silent moments of the after when they lay turned away from each other with a universe between them, they shared a sickness acute in the pit of the stomach and uniform feeling of dread never spoken of, but the silence acknowledged that they both understood exactly what it implied. They were vessels for needs that had died with their desire for each other.
There was nothing left. It had been coming for a long time but that did not make it any easier as they stood with sore, swollen eyes in the agony of each other's silence.
"You don't love me anymore." It wasn't a question.
Eyes failed to meet. "No." Hesitant, reluctant, resigned, and pained. "You don't love me, either."
Something had to give. Maybe this was it.
