Title: What was done, was done
Summary: Drabble inspired by the end of episode 6, season 2, when Phillip Broyles goes tell his ex-wife he closed the case.
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As she closed the door and watched him walk away, she knew she had chosen wrong.
The love, the connection she felt, she would never find in any other man.
But he had been so distant, always preoccupied, always too busy to pay her any attention. His own kids didn't recognize him anymore; he had turned into some stranger, obsessed over his job, immersed in it, and this new him had no time for her.
So she had left, and she had taken her kids and everything they had once shared, and she had found another man to love, and she had married again.
And she was happy, she really was, but as she closed the door, as she saw the minute turn of his head, knowing he would be giving her house one last glance, she couldn't help but feel she had made a great mistake, that she had forsaken the best part of her existence out of... out of what, exactly? Of desperation? She had certainly felt desperate enough when they were together, and still, she couldn't help but feel that had she managed to hold on a little longer, everything would have turned out alright, and they would still be together, and those sorrowful eyes wouldn't haunt her dreams tonight.
She closed the door, she turned to her husband; the kids were out tonight, they had the whole place for themselves. Suddenly, she didn't feel like dinning, the food she had forsaken for answering the door unappetizing.
She wondered if he knew how she felt. And then she forced herself into forgetting.
Because what was done was done, and there was no turning back now.
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