The door slid shut behind him with a soft, metallic sound. She stared at it, the afterimage of his silhouette still lingering, a diffuse black hole in the pale metal surface, wavering, flickering then vanishing entirely just as the echo of his footsteps had faded long ago. Her gaze remained transfixed, her body tense, her heart seemingly the only thing not immobile, hammering against her ribcage relentlessly, as if to break through bone and flesh, escape her body.
The room felt as if frozen in time. Drawing breath was a struggle, the air felt sluggish and leaden. Her mind - reeling up until the moment the sound of the lock clicking into place cut off all thought, all sound - was still. Silence had settled upon the room like a heavy weight.
He'd returned. He'd found out. He'd left.
He'd taken the largest part of her with him. What remained now sat unmoving, unthinking, unfeeling.