He was leaving. It was his last visit to this mansion, which held no meaning anymore. She was long gone but he still made a long journey to come here every summer. He knew it was no longer prudent to cling to it and its inanimate objects to recall the past.
He traversed from room to room, walked through every door to bid adieu to this place and its memories and a farewell to her as well.
As he took his final walk towards the exit, he thought he heard some one say from behind “Don’t go!”
He moved on.