"Nothing" and "Fine"

For this weekend's Trifecta challenge, they provided the first 33 words and asked us to add 33 of our own to move the story along.  

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners,

Grasping every available point of refraction. 

She slid her fingertips along the glass

Wondering if this was all there ever was.

Or could be.

“Nothing.”

He accepts it.  Always.

Never changes.

Her mind screams…Where are "we"?

“How do you feel?” He presses.

“Fine.”

Never changes.

“Wait! Can I throw in ‘Asshole'?” She inquires.

“Sure. Better?”

“Definitely!”

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Author’s Note: This is Fiction. In our household, we don’t call each other names (not even jerk, well maybe jerk and maybe as a joke and maybe only once or twice but that’s about it!) and answers are never the same, guaranteed.