He'd always thought that he would be elated when she finally admitted that they'd crossed their imaginary line almost immediately after putting it in place. He always thought he would be excited and pleased when she finally admitted that there was more to their relationship than just 'coffee', that they were happy only when they were together and that they couldn't bear to be apart any longer.

He never expected that when it finally happened he would no longer care what she felt. He never expected to feel nothing - never expected that she would have waited until he no longer felt the same way, his love killed by her coldness.

But that was how it happened. And in the wake of it, all he could feel was - nothing.