The quality of the light changed when he opened the door into the corridor beyond. She didn't know where she was going, for a moment, until she realized that she did. Out. Out the door. She looked down the corridor to her left, then to her right, and decided where to go from there. The left, it seemed; she saw a gap in the corridor that would indicate an elevator bank.
Then she turned completely around and looked at Aidan Waite with his hand on his doorknob and his heart in his eyes. Was he free of her? Not of the girl she used to be, of course; she would always be there for him. But of her? She tried to know from his face, and learned nothing useful.
I loved you, too.
They hovered at the front of her mouth, like a victim of the guillotine waiting to be dragged out through the crowd to the basket that waited. I loved you, too.