Drabble 5

"He's gone then?"

"Just left"

Her first officer nods and tilts his head to the left. "How do you feel?"

She pauses, unsure of his intentions. "I feel like I'm supposed to feel." she answers calmly.

"Really?"

"No." she admits, and turns away. Staring at the wall she begins counting off on her fingers, "Humiliated, angry, disappointed in him. In me."

"Is that all?" he asks.

She turns and shrugs. "I feel like I'm supposed to feel," she repeats, as if this is the answer to it all.

"He didn't really love you"

"I know." she sighs and walks away.