She continued her task, not even bothering to look at him as she responded flatly, "I'm leaving."
His eyes remained focused on the bag as his breath caught in his chest. "Mari, we should at least discuss this before you-"
"There's nothing to discuss. It's about what happened on our mission and what I realized," She glanced up at him taking in his alarmed features and shook her head. "It doesn't matter what it's about. I've already made up my mind. Like a book, no matter how many good or bad parts it had, I saw it through to the end. There's nothing left, no more chapters for us John. It's over for us."
John could hardly breathe, so many questions were swirling in his head. He felt his pulse quicken and he began to feel lightheaded. He couldn't lose her too. "Why? Why are you doing this? I thought...I...you told me you loved me!" It comes out as a frustrated exhale, his emotions breaching their careful containment.
"And I meant it," She gently said, finally ceasing her movement and facing him.
Dragging his gaze from the bed, the neat stacks of her familiar clothes, John's glowing eyes met hers. "Then how can you do this?"
Sighing, Mari dropped the shirt she's been holding on top of the open bag. "You never said it back."
"What?" He asked in confusion.
Closing her eyes, Mari sighed. "I made a mistake. I let myself fall in love with you. I shouldn't have done that."
"Why does it have to be a mistake? I thought you loved me," He whispered, sounding broken and desperate.
"I do but one day you're going to wake up and realize I'm not the one you truly love and that you're making a huge mistake," She paused, gathering her resolve. "I love you enough to walk away right now before one of us really gets hurt."
"I don't want you to go Mari."
"Do you still love her?" There was an unmistakable gravity to her words.
"Just answer the question. Do you still love her?" John flinched at the force behind her words.
"Mari, what does it matter? What Shayera and I had ended a long time ago." He reached out to her but she backed away from the contact.
"You just answered my question. I knew I was fooling myself. I was always the #2 girl to you, the rebound girl. I knew that from the very beginning yet I stuck with you," She sighed. "You're obsessed with her John. You need her in your life, not me. I'm not going to sit here while you pine over another woman."
"Mari you weren't-"
"Some part of you will always love her even if you are with me. I could live with that because we all have exes that we still have some feelings for afterwards. But whatever this is between us anymore, it's not healthy. It's never going to last if you refuse to acknowledge the fact that you still have feelings for Shayera, feelings that outweigh the ones you may have for me. It'd just be setting us both up for a nasty fall. Heck, I don't even know if you truly did love me or if you were just lying to me and yourself."
John shook his head in disbelief, unable to formulate a response. His mind was reeling and he felt as though the air has suddenly rushed out of his lungs. "Mari wait."
"She'll still be here when you figure it out. Just don't screw it up with her. She needs this more than you do."
He wanted to tell her that she was wrong and to stay with him but the words remained stuck in his throat. John stared at the closed door.
She was already gone and he slowly began to realize that she was right.