Oh, it hurt. It hurt really badly. That was... that was just so stupid. She was stupid. He didn't know. He wouldn't know, would he? She was right, thinking about it a few days ago. She was convenient. She was there. It would have been the same with any other woman as it was with her. If he just had another partner, he'd... She wasn't... they weren't... What? Special? Important? Love? Really, Rose? You thought it might have been love? He didn't know what that was, he didn't... if he was going to fall in love, why would it be with her, the first woman to pick him up off the street? It was convenience, proximity, coincidence. He was perfectly free to kiss other women if he had the opportunity. The fact that he wanted to... the fact that she wasn't... enough- stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid. Stupid.

Her cheeks flamed red in embarrassment, and darkened at the sound of her name coming from behind her. She walked faster. Please, please, please don't make her explain. Please, please don't make her be the one to end it. How could he just-- she thought... She felt... it figured.

She stopped rather suddenly, her jaw set, her hands on her hips. Her tongue ran along her lips and her eyes didn't meet his, they just... moved away, off to the corner, up to the sky. Not crying. Too angry to cry. Easier that way.

"Home. I'm going home, yeah? So just. Shunt off."