A person furious with you has not given up on you.

That is why the shouting, painful as it is, is actually a kind of reassurance, and why Dorian had always been able to weather Marisol’s rare flares of anger — because he understood, correctly, that anger was a woman still trying, still reaching, still asking to be met.

Done is something else entirely.

Done makes no noise.

Done does not shout, does not argue, does not try to win, because done has stopped believing there is anything left to win.

Done is the silence that falls after the last of the hope has quietly drained out, and it is the most dangerous state in any relationship precisely because it looks, from the outside, like peace — like a woman who has finally calmed down, finally accepted things, finally stopped making a fuss.