I turned away from him, “Please just go, Cooper.”
He went oddly quiet, “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.”
“Brit,” he said in his softest voice that always made my heart flutter, “I don’t… I can’t want that.”
“Please,” I whispered, not trusting myself to say more.
The silence was painful, but finally, I heard the car door open and shut. When I turned back around, Cooper was gone and my phone and a cup of my favorite coffee was sitting on the seat.
I let the tears fall openly then.