scans the vicinity , their belongings strewed about different surfaces . it's the luggage , & several boxes that cause heart to sink ― making it's home within the deepest parts of her stomach . strained smile etches itself into rosy-stained brims , handful of deep breaths sucked in through nostrils ... as if that would be enough to calm her nerves . ( or the anxiety eliciting goosebumps along porcelain skin . ) “ you're moving out , then ? ” surprises herself , with how the words come out , rolling off her tongue . assumed they'd be harder to say , stood there in the frame of the doorway ... the entrance to the bedroom . their bedroom . at least , it used to be . wraps loose sweater around slender frame , some metaphorical bullshit about how she's protecting herself from what's about to come . it's futile , & she knows it . “ that's ― yeah . probably for the best . ” swallows bile that's threatening to come up on it's own , words and contents from today's lunch . “ ... is she going with you ? ”