She looked into his eyes.  There wasn’t much more that she could take.  Did any of this ever matter?

He laughed as he left the table and placed his plates by the sink.

Her eyes melted into her feet.  It’s funny how cold his back was to her.  She got that chill she only gets when she realizes how alone she really is.
She’s tired of fighting against everything.
She’s ready to give up.

She used to worry about how he saw things.  She used to try to think of ways to say thing nicely to him.  but then she gave up, when she began to realize it never really mattered what she thought.  She was just a good lay.

Perhaps the love had just faded.  Perhaps her heart was just tired.  Perhaps her mind was just looking for a good conversation.