Sabian's hand felt heavy in hers as each floor they ascended, was another step closer to the inevitable.

She stole glances at him — searching for reassurance in his eyes, but they were clouded with uncertainty — mirroring her own. The silence between them was suffocating. It felt heavy with the unspoken fears that they were about to face.

And as they reached her flat, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was dying between them.

Perhaps it was the way they loved each other — fiercely yet clumsily — but unable to bridge the gap between their hearts or perhaps, it was the weight of all the words left unsaid and all the dreams left unfulfilled.

Sabian held her hand tightly as if trying to anchor her to him, but she couldn't help but to feel… adrift.

And, she also wondered if his fingers would still fit perfectly in hers after tonight, or if their love could weather this storm.

They had shared so much; the dreams of a future together. But now, as they stood in the silence of Kyra’s flat, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was slipping away — slipping through their fingers like sand.

She wanted to hold on. She wanted to fight for what they had, but deep down, she knew that some things were beyond saving.

And as she looked into his eyes, she realized that perhaps the greatest tragedy of all was not the love they shared, but the love they couldn't save, almost.

“Mau minum, nggak?” tanya yang perempuan sesaat setelah lampu dinyalakan, dan pendingin ruangan dimatikan karena menurutnya, udara terlalu dingin lantaran saat ini Jakarta memang tengah diguyur hujan lebat.