She touches her fingertips to her mouth, remembering the heat of last night's kisses, as she stares at the empty doorway.
Everything had been perfect. She had loved him in the secret corners of her heart for so long, spent countless hours imagining his touch. She'd sunk into blissful sleep beside him, sated and content, dreaming only of the future. She would be so proud to walk beside him now, to declare to the world that she was his.
But it turned out his dreams had not been of the future at all.
He had left, and her heart was shattered.