After all the tears, rehearsed conversations and nights awake worrying, the end of the whole affair was quiet, considered and calm. She held out for one extra night together, just in case things might be different this one time but she realised that he was who he was and not what she needed anymore, if ever. He didn’t need her expectations. She didn’t need his indifference. Her love was misplaced and misconstrued. His love? She had no idea.