Finally.

Her sunken eyes speak a thousand words, even those are not enough. Her hollow cheeks are tear-ridden. Her head now perpetually bowed down, refusing to look into anyone’s eyes as walks towards the forest. Her gait, slow, careful, calculated, her footsteps heavy, making inevitable crunching sounds against the dried twigs.
She walks past them, they don’t notice as she camouflages into the trees. She is alone, atlast. Their stares won’t haunt her anymore.
She glances back and smirks to herself. They are all so oblivious.
She climbs up the slope, till the horizon greets her. I’ve been waiting, he says. He beckons her, she takes a step toward him, he smiles, she obliges, and runs.
She’s falling. She can feel the wind, she can hear it, whispering in her ears, for she is one with it now.
She hits something, something engulfs her, bubbles, movement, soft cushions. Then she no longer feels anything.
Finally.