he did not choose her, and she accepted that as gracefully as she could.
when she found out there had been someone else, she responded deliberately and calmly. numb at first, though she knew it was just a matter of time before it sank in. before she realized she was not chosen, yet again. before her brain started working, twisting words this way and that. leaving her to wonder what was the point of even telling her in the first place, when they had hardly spoken a word to each other, hardly even given it a try?
she'll let it be. she's spent enough time running after men who ultimately didn't choose her. it left her choking, desperately gasping for air. the caged bird. now that's she's free, choice is everything to her. so, she chooses to walk away with her head held high, leaving bread crumbs of love and support behind her.
he'll find her, eventually.