Leaving You

She kept silent. No need to wake him up, didn't want to wake him up. If she could just get her clothes and keys she'd be out of -
"Where are you going?"
Oh. Shit.
"Water. I'm thirsty." Please believe me!
"Since when do you need to be fully dressed, keys in hand, to get some water?"
Awkward silence.
"Okay. Spill it. You were leaving."
"... Yes."
"Why?" And he did that reading-your-thoughts thing again that made it so hard to tell the truth. Piercing blue-gray eyes met equally piercing hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry." And then she left their apartment.