As the elevator doors closed she felt her heart break. It wasn’t a stinging pain like she had expected, but a dull pang, resting at the bottom of her stomach like nausea. The tears came again in torrents as the small mirrored room descended from one floor to the next. She couldn’t breathe. What had she ever seen in him? How much of this was real? Questions he couldn’t answer as he shrugged his shoulders and looked away, his reactions as cold as his heart. The doors opened on the ground floor and she walked away, leaving her soul behind.