Here is my contribution:
She closed the door. Her heart ached for the love she no longer felt. As of now, her life’s changed, unable to trust anyone after today, even herself. Her belief system shattered, everything she’d held dear evaporated as if in a show of smoke and mirrors. He should’ve been a headliner in Vegas; he’d a made a great magician. Didn’t matter now, nothing mattered anymore. She waited for the empty center of her being to fill up with pain, remorse, or anger, anything to replace the shattered place where her soul used to exist. His glassy eyes stared up at her, no longer smiling and no longer lying.
“Nothing left to say, is there?” She stood over the bed; her voice sounded as dead as she felt.
“Seems in killing you, I killed a little of myself. Didn’t bargain on that.”