Notes: Thanks to emeraldsedai for a shiny beta. Written for emerlerin's Serenity-Not-Quite-Now Challenge.
Empty
By liquideyes
The careful artifice was gone; the rich wall hangings, cushions, suggestively placed vases, all artful misdirection from the unfashionable curve of the wall and the harsh metallic shuttle-shine. Inara was the only reflection they should have been able to see. She had been, once. That was gone. Stripped meticulously, deliberately, coldly. Never hurled in anger, though that might have made folding her last year into trunks easier. Taking nothing (hearts could not be taken, or so she told herself), leaving less.
Goodbyes had been said the night before. Small trinkets of remembrance (but nothing that had actual meaning beyond a pretty or useful object) given, along with words that were meant as comfort but were as echo-y-hollow as the almost empty shuttle. She thought she might let herself cry, that final night. Instead she sat, straining for the sounds of anyone else not sleeping. She almost expected Kaylee (or Mal) to knock (or barge in). They did not.
In the small-hours she painted on her mask, dressed in her armour of silks, and locked the last trunk. Nothing left but her, empty herself.
She pretended she hadn't waited too long, and resolutely (no glance back) pushed open the shuttle door.