Falling Apart Like a Good Girl

"You can walk" He says. His voice falls flat, emotionless.
She stares at him for a moment, suddenly knocked off stride. Every muscle in her quivers and a new hollowness rises up in her chest in that terrible virus known as doubt. She then turns away and walks out the door and into the cold night. There's a slight drizzle that catches on her hair and sparkles under the glow from the night life. Echoes of live bands and drunken shouts reach the main street and taxis race by in a scramble to snatch up every penny from the travelers. But she walks as if the street is silent, as if she's caught in a bubble as a ghost unable to touch the real world. She is surrounded by people, but she is entirely alone.