Tyrone began the drive to the courthouse.

Inside the car, a heavy silence prevailed.

Sabrina gazed out the car window, watching the familiar street scenery recede. Memories of the past three years flashed before her.

Looking at her reflection in the glass, she saw the ghost of her sixteen-year-old self, who had been madly in love with Tyrone.

The now twenty-five-year-old Sabrina smiled at her younger self, whispering, "I gave it my all, but he doesn't love me. You don't blame me, do you?"