He laughed—a short, sharp sound. "It's been working for two years. Now suddenly it's broken because you found a jacket?"
She grabbed the handle of the suitcase. He didn't stop her. He couldn't. That was the tragedy of him—he would chase the stage, the lights, the next rush, but he would never chase a woman out the door. His pride was a cage they both lived in. Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road
Maya zipped the last compartment shut. She wasn't crying. Not anymore. She had spent all her tears during the three-hour argument that started when she found the red leather jacket that wasn't hers in his closet. Now, all that was left was the numb, clinical work of leaving. He laughed—a short, sharp sound
"I love you too," she said. "But love isn't enough when you're never really here." He didn't stop her
"It's not the jacket," she said, her voice cracking for the first time. "It's the girl who wore it last night. It's the text messages. It's the fact that I'm always for the road —never at the destination."
"I love you," he said. Simple. No smirk this time.