He didn't have to say the words. The look in his eyes when he turned to face her as she opened the door to his office spoke volumes. Remembering the past few weeks together, remembering how he was not as comfortable holding her, her nights were spent alone more often, and whenever she turned her eyes to his, he'd look away. Than a new scent came her way. A scent she did not recognize, but could not deny.

She knew what was coming.

"I'm sorry." He said, grabbing his cloak and leaving her alone in his office.

"No you're not."



A/N: In answer to the 100 word Breakup Challenge.