"There is no me without you," she says, eyes red, holding onto the last strength she had, not wanting to look desperate in front of him.

She loved him. She knew she did, but did he?
But the little love she thought to remain in his heart for her was there no more.

"There was you before us. There was you after us. Definitely, there is you without me." He voices, eyes void of any emotions.

He turns and walks away when his inner voice echoes in his head "all you said was 'you', what about 'me'."
Is there me without her?
He knew the answer to that.
He was still in love with her.