And we get left behind. That's the story of her life, isn't it? Everyone and everything leaves her behind, again and again, no matter what she does or whether or not she deserves it.

Slowly standing, she walks back to the door, her legs feeling like lead as she squeezes through the small opening. The air feels different in the hall, or maybe it's just that she can finally breathe again. Reaching up to touch him again, she carefully asks, "Are you okay?"

She feels responsible for any pain he's suffered, though she knows he won't want to hear it.