People generally are fake. Her life is a testament to that.

Still, she wished that people would surprise her sometimes, prove her wrong. But she learned to play the game. Learned to pretend like the rest of them: the fake smiles, the empty promises, the gentle acquiescence, when inside she knows they don’t care. Because all they want is a connection, no matter how fleeting. Most of them would serial date just so they could always feel something. Others talk and talk at her, expecting her to be something she’s not. Something they wanted her to be so they could be comfortable around her. But she’s sick, and she’s tired of pandering to their whims and fancies.

She wants to lock herself away from the world, throw away the keys. Nothing but her and an un-obstructed view of nature – the snow-capped mountains, the dense forest, the sound of waterfalls, the clear stream…