She looked back over her shoulder for the last time.
It was gone, game over.
Somehow she felt good, completed, that tiny nagging spark had finally been smothered, blinked out of existence, and yet it made her feel more empty and hollow than ever before, like the only thing she lived for had died.
This new freedom, it seemed, was not completely unwanted but sadly noticed deep inside.
She knew it was coming for a long time. She fought to keep the flame alive, protect the ember that may have started a raging fire between them.
Yet somewhere along the way she had become so busy she let it die out.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one to blame. He hadn’t come to its rescue then the light and warmth started to fade.
He didn’t even notice the cold dark silence that grew between them, or if he had, he just stood there and watched the void.
So, as the paperwork was filed, and the last ‘t’ crossed, it was done.
She strode briskly over that bridge and burn