"Okay."

On their journey home, she let the window down. A biting breeze swept across her face. She felt a chill.

She examined her reflection in the right rearview mirror, her expression neutral.

She wasn't as unperturbed as she had anticipated. Instead, her heart felt heavy.

She tasted bitterness within, a cocktail of emotions stirring.

There was no pain, just a sense of melancholy.

Sabrina forced her eyes wide, determined to hide her reddening eyes from Tyrone.

It was expected.

She had loved him from sixteen to twenty-five, over almost a decade.

Even if it were a pet dog, she would have hesitated to part with, let alone a person.

He had been her beacon in her most desperate times, the goal she tirelessly chased.

He had permeated her life and became a part of her daily routine.

How could she let go so swiftly?

And yet, he had not fallen in love with her all these years.

She had given so much, and now she was drained, no longer able to love him.

So she wanted to free herself.

She mustered all her strength to suppress her sadness and maintained a smile.

Goodbye, sixteen-year-old Sabrina.

From now on, she would bid farewell to her past and embrace a fresh start!

"Tyrone," Sabrina suddenly said.