accept defeat
Between awkward silence they’ll mutter a one word sentence. Eye contact’s avoided as they stare at the floor. Radio and engine, bother turned off. As the light of the sun sets over the trees, so do hopes of ever working this out.
It’s far too late for either of them to say they’re sorry. It’s far too late for either of them to turn back. The realization of the romantic demise causes a stray tear to glide down the side of her face. He’d usually provide comfort, but now he doesn’t know what to do.
A faithless attempt to lighten the mood fails. She looks out the window and to the door of her house. She looks back at him and holds his hand. She then kisses him with a kiss that can only mean goodbye.