For the longest time she simply stared at him, and it was somewhat uncertain if she even understood what it was he was saying. The tears had stopped in nearly record time, replaced again with that blankness, that empty expression that was so out of place on the girl who usually wore her heart on her sleeve. Instead she looked back towards his body, fingers carding one last time through that dark hair, trailing down the angular plane of his cheek before she drew away, getting herself up to her feet. For a moment, she simply wavered there, as though she didn't know what she should do next, and then she turned to leave the room once more, padding down the hallway to the kitchen.
Bare feet touched cool linoleum, and without thinking, she walked towards her refrigerator, over the shards of broken ceramics and glass, soon flooding the room with the cool light from the fridge. Fingers closed around a bottle of vodka she had stored in the door, and standing there, bathed in that cold light, she opened it and drank straight, eyes closed against the world and head tilted back.