With some effort, Tyrone rose from the bed.

As he adjusted his clothes, his hand brushed against a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette without thinking, opened the window, and began to smoke.

A chilly breeze stirred, the spark at the end of his cigarette flickering while smoke cloaked him.

Tyrone had never understood why some people found solace in smoking until now.

After finishing his cigarette, he remained by the window, letting the icy wind disperse the remnants of the smoke. Only then did he leave the room.

Downstairs, Sabrina was waiting for him.

It was as if she knew he would soon join her.

Their gazes met briefly before both looked away.

She knew he wasn't ready to let go, and he knew that she was resolute in leaving him.

"Let's go."

"Alright." With a rise, Sabrina trailed Tyrone to the vehicle.

This time, Tyrone didn't purposefully ease up on the gas, and the car kept going at full throttle.

Before long, the car came to a halt in the parking lot before the court.

It was their second visit.

Exiting the car sequentially, Tyrone and Sabrina collected their identification, proceeding side by side in silence towards the building. The quiet between them felt awkward and heavy.

As Sabrina started to move in, Tyrone abruptly took hold of her hand, his voice preempting her reaction. "This will be the last time."

In the course of their three years together, there had been plentiful opportunities for him to grasp her hand and save their disintegrating marriage.

Regrettably, he had let them all pass him by.

The kite had sailed away, vanishing from his line of sight.

His hand remained as warm as she remembered, enveloping hers.