no answer

"you've met someone else."

she finally speaks, slowly and deliberately, weighing and testing out the various possible meanings of each word with her tongue. she looks into the mirror as she says it, as if searching for some answer in her reflection.

I don't know what to do, so I remain completely silent. I had not expected this. I was expecting tears, anger, for her to fling picture frames and and other sharp edged objects at me. But not this - this unnatural calm - this unfathomable absence of a response. she had suddenly become someone I could not predict, and that scared me.