Fingers trembling, Robyn mustered all she had to reply.
"'We'll find out together' were your exact words to me. But it seemed you've already decided on your own," she typed slowly on the keyboard. She then leaned back, waiting anxiously as she watched three tiny dots tread underneath her last message on the chat box.
After what seemed like an infinity, "I'm sorry," was all the response she received.
Robyn sighed deeply. She didn't cry, for she wasn't that kind of person. But she was angry, and frustrated, and betrayed by the one person she thought had genuinely loved her.
Once more, she placed her fingers onto the keyboard and typed one last thing:
"I can't want you anymore. It's killing me."
