Some endings arrive without a villain or a reason, just the slow expiry of a thing that was always finite. You perform the last small kindnesses, you say the words, you close the door gently, both of you already aware it could never have held forever.
There is a strange dignity in an ending nobody sabotaged. With the blame absent and the fight already spent, two people acknowledge that the season is over and choose to leave the room without breaking the furniture.
The music winds down with a calm, final gravity. Unhurried, resolved, a groove easing toward its own last bar, more exhale than argument.
The arc accepts the ending here, clear and unflinching. Play it when it is over and you would rather close the door softly than slam it.