in a small room, all alone.

she couldn’t look at anything but the blank wall. to look at anything else hurt. especially his eyes.
“don’t let him see me cry,” she thought desperately.
as the door clicked shut, she stood there, unable to move. she couldn’t feel her arms or legs, her entire body seemed disconnected from itself. she knew she should sit or she would fall. a tentative step, and her body gave out as she collapsed towards the chair.
“it hurts,” she whispered to the empty room.
the sobs started slowly, but soon her entire body was convulsing, her face contorted into a mask of ironic humour. an onlooker would have thought she was smiling if not for the fact her eyes were nearly swollen shut and the sounds coming from her heaving body were so heart-wrenching.
“it hurts too much.”
she finally regained control and sat still with her head in her hands, breathing harshly through her mouth. again the feeling of disconnection with her physical self swept over her as moments replayed themselves in her head. the small things, the kind gestures, the laughter, the quiet times.
reaching for a cigarette, she saw his lighter on the table and froze. she picked it up and wrapped her small hand around it, feeling it dig into her into her palm. shutting her eyes tightly against the memories, she threw it across the room.
“it’s over,” she said, just to hear the words.