With the slamming of the door, Rhyssen said nothing, her expression seemingly frozen numb. She could do nothing but stare at the door that seconds before had symbolized everything to her, and now-

Merely stood as a reminder of how little she would ever have.

Trembling as she slid from the bed and collected her pieces of clothing, she quickly slid into them, her robes sliding across her shoulders just as they were beginning to noticeably heave. It wasn't long before she was sliding against the bed onto the bare floor, her fingers clasping the sheets as she shook violently, the cries rising deep from her throat as she finally let herself go to simply, purely grieve.

For herself. For him.

For what would no longer was.