It had all been for her. 

Hundreds of hours of despair, remorse, apology, heartfelt warning, pleading, anger, recrimination, frustration, desire, hate... and love. The magnitude, the loyalty, meant nothing to her. She’d likely never seen it. And, if she had, she felt nothing. She’d never had the slightest feeling for him, except disdain. His words, his heart, his love, his life, hadn’t been worth one shitty dinner at an expensive restaurant to her. He had now ceased to exist to her for half as long as he’d wanted her. 

And it had all been for nothing. Her debt remained, but the words were no more ... as he was no more to her.