@ The sky is as gray as her thriving thoughts, sitting out there with her mind spinning.
“What would happen to me if I had said yes, if I had accepted or refused?” -She asked the wind.
“Do fate choose us or do we choose him?”
The wind roars and with it, the dry leaves fall and accompany her.
She stands and dances with them, one step, two steps, and within the third disappears.
Her breath remains for a few seconds, before realizing that the answer was that she never existed.