He was dead. She was sure of it now. She had waited for weeks, and he never appeared, and when her patience finally ran out, she had decided to leave Elodor and look for him. She hadn't found anything. There had been no clues as to his whereabouts, no trace of him... he was just... gone. It was if he'd never existed... except that the constant pain and ache in her heart made it impossible for her to believe the lie. It would have been easier if she could have just believed it and left it like that, it would have been such a relief if that had been possible... as it was, she couldn't. The never ending pain wore her down more and more each day until she couldn't even think about the next day. There was only the next breath, and the need to keep herself afloat. Nothing else.
She hadn't wanted to give up her search, but a part of her had finally realized that she couldn't keep looking forever either. The crushing weight of that realization paired with the pain was almost too much to bear. When she had first arrived in Shadowmoon Valley she had thought the place a complete marvel, exceptionally beautiful and she had been filled with hope that she and Theraluin would find each other again. Her necklace had still been warm back then. Now the necklace was cold. Frozen. Empty. Just like her heart. Shadowmoon Valley was just that... a valley filled with haunting shadows, not a grand place filled with hopes, dreams and adventure. There was nothing left for her here. It was time to go home.
She arrived in Darnassus several weeks later, exhausted and empty. She was just a shell, brittle and hollow. She didn't even bother unpacking when she reached her room at the bunkhouse, she didn't intend to stay long in the city anyway. She had made an attempt to search for her friends, but at the same time she feared their reaction if they saw her like this. It was best to just pass by unnoticed, like the shadow that she was. But before she could leave and seek out the solitude in the icy landscape of Winterspring she had one more task to attend to.
A shallow grave, dug with her own hands, by the roots of the same tree that they had danced underneath so many moons ago. The hole was just wide and deep enough to fit a single item into. Lomenár took a deep breath and clutched the necklace with its emerald to her breast one last time before she gently lowered the prized possession into the hole and carefully began to scoop dirt over it.
"Farewell, dear heart... by the light of Elune and the grace of Malorne, may we meet again."
(( Just to clarify; Theraluin isn't dead, Lomenár just believes him to be, but Theraluin's player is taking a break from WoW for an unknown amount of weeks/months/years. ))