Here in this space, she is alone.
Alone with her feelings, alone with her thoughts. Not really alone at all.
She sits on the floor, bare feet layered with dust, watching time pass through the world outside glass window panes. When the sun begins to set, she strikes a match to light a candle. Curled up on cold stone, she is asleep before the scent of sulfur fades.
The light wakes her up while the sky is still dark, the bulb overhead brought to life with a crackle of current. He scoops her up in his arms and carries her down to bed, setting her next to pajamas already laid out on the covers.
He leaves without a word and closes the door behind him. She yawns.
No, she was never really alone at all.
Inspired by the 5 Minute Freewrite Prompt - Solitude provided by the lovely 
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