She pressed down on the lever and pushed.
Swish, the front door opened. It was silent, the usual hustle and bustle of this place was now at a stand still. She walked into the kitchen and set her purse down on the marbled island. The open room was flooded with sunlight, large bay windows all around extended from floor to ceiling. It had been a particularly beautiful day; exceptionally sunny for a mid december day, and unusually calm for a monday afternoon.

Amar slipped her feet out of her shoes, nudged them aside and walked down the carpeted staircase. Once in the basement she paused, taking a moment to adjust to the pitch black nothingness that now surrounded her. She found the office chair and sat down, closed her eyes and relaxed. Her head tipped back and her feet swayed the bulky black leather chair left and right.

The motion, combined with the quiet darkness was intoxicating, and as she began to drift off... she remembered. Hot tears swelled in her eyes, slowly burning her insides, pain flowed through her veins, her blood began to warm up and her breathing slowed. She felt her heart start to crumble; her body began to ache. Though she sensed herself start to break all over again, she allowed her conscience the luxury and curse of their memory. For one moment she thought of them, morned them and wept for them.

Her eyes tingled... and with a swish, the front door opened.