Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.
The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.
She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.
She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.
With a little effort, she could get up by herself.
She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.