Ran across the Now Showing Blogfest this morning.
I chose: S/he cried.
Her eyes were hot, her unshed tears making them heavy, but not before she was finally alone did she allow herself to fold. Sinking to the cold basement floor, her black satin dress pooling around her legs, her sorrow spilled forth on silent sobs. Wrapping her arms around her body she waited for the pain to stop, so engulfed in her grief, she never heard him come in.