He took one last glance at the room, hesitating for a moment before closing the door behind him, and finally leaving. The room now left still,quiet, lifeless all hope left within it lost. It was over now. There was noting left to do or say, he could only move forward and let go...no matter how much it hurt, what's done is done, there's no going back.    
  xxxx
    It was wet, windy and cold when they met, the weather doing it's best to mirror his mood, to add to his despair, it didn't matter how many times he told himself he was free, it wasn't sinking in. His eyes misted over for 'last time, never again' or so he told himself.