"You're just in the way!"
It's still reverberating. Shaking the glass in the windows. He still can't believe he said it to her. Said it in that way that he has. Ok. So he can believe it, but still. Still. Now everything is so quiet. At least when they were fighting the air was moving around. Breathing. Now the air is dead. Like Goldie when he had to flush her. She didn't flap or struggle. She just died.
"You're in the way!"
And, "poof." The conversation was over. The fight was over. Everything was over. Not a single word. Hardly a breath while she packed her bags.
She left a lot of space behind.
