Sophia's fingers curled tightly around the pen, her grip firm yet trembling as she stared at it for what felt like an eternity.
A cold shiver ran down her spine, her body reacting to the gravity of what she was about to do.
The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest, making her breath hitch, but she exhaled slowly, forcing the hesitation to slip away with it.
Then, with deliberate precision, she lowered her hand, the tip of the pen meeting the crisp paper. Each stroke carved a finality into the divorce documents, a silent testament to the end of everything she once believed in.
The ink bled onto the page, sealing a chapter she had never imagined would come to an end.
Yet, as she pulled back to examine her own handwriting, an unsettling dissatisfaction gnawed at her. Not with the words, but with the ache that still lingered inside her.
Was this truly what she wanted? Perhaps not.
