Katie stared dumbly at the door for half a minute. Her brain couldn't process what just happened. After the warmth and pleasure of last night and this morning, this was a cold slap in the face that was much more effective than a physical blow could ever be.<br/><br/>She crumpled to the floor and started bawling like a little girl. She'd fucked up and before she'd been doing so well...<br/><br/>She curled her knees to her chest and cried until she was completely exhausted. She nearly dozed off in the floor but roused herself enough to go cup a few mouthfulls of water from the shower and crawl into bed. She had no way to judge how much time passed, waking up for long enough to feel the ache in her chest and to know that she'd been wrong this whole time. She immediately fell back into a troubled doze, crying even in her sleep.<br/><br/>Katie had never known such isolation. When she finally woke up and contained herself enough to roll out of bed, she realized how completely and utterly lonely her life could be without him in it; if he decided to leave her in a place like this for weeks at a time he could. He had the power to give or take away every single aspect of her life.<br/><br/>She leaned on the wall of the shower, slumping down to sit under the programmed steaming mist. She'd set the water cycle to run idefinitely and she almost fell asleep again but a nagging growl in her belly prevented it. She had very different words to say when she saw him next, and she was sure they'd please him as much as they crushed her to say.