You could lie, and say that your guilt was the only reason you were sat in the stands for Patrick's final match. But that wasn't the full truth, you thought he at least deserved some family there for his last game of professional tennis. Truly, it came as a surprise that Patrick would retire at thirty-four. You were sure he'd find a way to keep playing until his body gave in. But, he said it was time. Time for what exactly, you weren't sure.

You and Patrick dated in your twenties, and married young. It didn't last, just like everyone had warned you. The two of you divorced two years after you married, you tried to remain friends. Well, as friendly as you could be for ex's. Patrick wasn't exactly cut out for marriage, the kids and picket fence didn't quite fit in with life on tour. Not for Patrick, anyway. So, you went your separate ways. Patrick went back on tour, you stayed at home. Carrying on your life without him.

Patrick had done well this season, made it to the semi-finals of the US Open. No one saw it coming, not even him himself. The luck of the draw. That's when he announced his retirement, the day he progressed through to the semis. And you found yourself on a flight to New York, readying yourself to watch Patrick's final professional tennis match. Sat in your best clothes, sitting in the players box, as your ex-husband plays his final sets.

Tears in your eyes, as Patrick makes his way over to the box once the match finishes. His arms wrapping around you, a smile on his face as he breathes you in. "Stop crying," He jokes, taking your face into his hands, his eyes softening as they meet yours.

"You knew I wasn't going to win." That signature smirk on his face, as he presses a kiss to your forehead. And it feels like you're twenty-four again, when you first started dating.