Psyche made no movement to return the kiss. In it she felt absolutely nothing. Somehow she had always felt how much he loved her and right now she didn't feel a thing. It burned and stung and twisted horribly in her heart to feel nothing.
She just stared at the sink for a moment as she heard him walk away to their room. Psyche would not be going to bed that night. Instead, she settled on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, concentrating with all the effort she could muster. It wouldn't be until the early morning hours that she would fall asleep from exhaustion, trying for hours to turn his soul back to what it should be. She felt it fighting all night and it hurt her to no ends because it would usually bend so easily to her will. She was sad and hurt.