"Go home Inês, I don't love you any longer" she heard his voice as he look away.
She stood frozen and crossed her arms, clutching herself protectively.
Since she knew him, and she knew him since she was twelve, he had never called her by her own name. She had always been "Bee", or "Beezy" or "Mims" or something thoughtful, even when he was mad at her.
She got it all in a single frame and the picture of it all was devastating. She felt like a child. No. Smaller than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No. Smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled that she could shoot it with a straw like a spitball.