Going Nowhere

She kept walking, kept going, no reason to stop whatsoever. There was no way in hell she was going back to that, no matter what he said or did. All those endless hours of doubt and wonder, all the screaming and yelling and forgiving each other had worn her out. She wasn't going back, never coming home, and he just had to fucking face it already, instead of flooding her life with apologies. Yeah, that's what she told herself. Never coming home, never coming home. Never going back. Going nowhere with no destination and noone to share her life with.