"She smiled before turns. A smile that he never saw in her lips. A sad smile. A broken smile. A defeated smile. A little of what was hers, small traces, a few, could still be seen. She gave him her so long. He hesitated, but in the end, obeyed. He knew: she raised the flag.
The last time he saw her, she got in the car. He admitted, but only to himself: he wanted her to look behind. He wanted that pride leave her. Wanted that fucking pride leave both.
But no.
He feel the ashes of the bridge they burned flying around him. All that they have to show is a memory now.
Her features, now overlaid on the smile from before, desappeared from the view. The car had gone in the horizon.
Now he find it hard to concentrate.
She told him once that all she wanted for him is to be happy. That now he finally find himself.

He had wondered if he is really happy through all this."

something i think 'bout when listened ghosts - wolfgun and hard to concentrate - red hot chili peppers

(Hope this translate is ok)