Kory had left everyone when she left the planet – they had all been hit hard, he wasn't denying it – but there was no getting around the fact that she'd left because of him. There was no feeling that could rival the sense of shame and anger at himself heaped on the feeling of abandonment he'd told himself he'd avoid if they got married. It had felt the same when Karras drove them apart.
Or when he'd let Karras drive them apart.
He broke out of his thoughts and kicked the box that was sitting underneath the entry table in the apartment they'd picked out together. She'd already moved most of her stuff in (and then taken all her clothes out as soon as she could) and it wasn't like either of them had really lived there. He still had his own apartment. Hers was in Donna's possession until she decided to come back (and who knew when that would be). It shouldn't feel like he was packing away their life together when they hadn't even started it.
Dick sighed, grabbed the pictures of them off the wall and the table, tried to make himself drop them into the box like he didn't care. He couldn't. They were packed carefully and tightly against one another. He took the last picture off the wall and bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from crying like he'd needed to – it was one of the last pictures they'd taken together before everything had gone to shit. After Mirage but before the last-ditch effort their wedding had turned into.
He sank down to the floor, tried to make himself tuck it into the box. Pretending it didn't make him feel her loss even more than he already did. Trying to pretend he didn't want her to come back and show up on his doorstep like nothing had changed.
Dick swiped at one angry tear that had escaped and unlatched the back of the frame. He took the photograph out of the frame with all the care he could muster before he tucked it into his pocket.