The electric letters surfaced very suddenly on my tasteless tongue and arranged themselves into the shout with no impetus from my brain at all. It was an involuntary reaction, like vomit surging up and out of my mouth from deep within a static scribble emptiness that exploded inside me like razor-sharp lightning, ripping through my entire being and then the only thing I knew to do was to fling the hard consonant sounds of those three easy words at him as heavily as I could. But he'd already turned his back, he was already walking away, already too far to really feel it at all. My own feet were flying my body in some random direction that led nowhere except somewhere else, anywhere else, as long as it's a place away from here. I'm not sure if it was the literal image of him leaving me, abandoning me in a dark parking lot alone past midnight, or if I needed to flee the scene of what I suddenly really realized is our actual reality, now. I suppose it was my mostly own echoes that chased me out, still broadcasting my begging, still believing in whatever 'better' things that once were. The sorry sound of that shout is still resounding inside my skull. It bounces violently back and forth, forever. Each ricochet still stings just as sharp as when it first shot off my lips and splattered helplessly into the empty air that has invaded the sacred space we'd created between us, and  it stained the bright, blissful paradise over which we once ruled to the most gruesome shades of some bloody no-man's-land.