[ She doesn't run off. She does walk away, four steps, hands clenched loosely at her side. She takes a deep breath, thinking of all the things she could say, shouldn't say...and that breath comes out in a soft sigh as she frowns to herself. How can she tell the truth without hurting him? It's just not possible, it's too awful. ]
no subject
...We don't date anymore.
[ That...may not sound much better. ]