Ice queen, anyone?

She shed nary a teardrop when I told her “I’m through with you.” She looked right through me and said, “Maybe, but I’m not through with you.” I grabbed a shaker of salt, threw it over my shoulder, and exited the Starburst planet I thought we inhabited together. It was only us. It was all that I wanted. Just Us. JustUs. Justice, Just Ice. The arc of our relationship.