The lesser person

"I can deal with it", she said. The room was covered with darkness and he couldn't have possibly seen the disappointment in her face. It wasn't the rejection that was scratching her mind and making her to keep rolling around the bed that night. It was the fact that she never had the chance to actually choose for herself whether she wanted "this". And now, after 5 years almost, it was the very first time that for "this" someone was turning her down. Or so it felt. "This is why I am telling you that you can find a thousand people better than me", he said. She didn't reply. What could anyone reply to this? She wanted to tell him that there will always be an uncountable number of constellations in the sky, but Orion was her favourite. Would he understand? Nobody knows.
The morning after, he prepared for her coffee, as he used to do, with his fucked up from orzo coffee moka.
And the world kept spinning.
And she wasn't a lesser person.