Subconsciously, he became the only mass that filled her matter.
A perilous path to go home, yet she didn’t refuse to take.
A conventional plot which denouement is predictable, yet she had enjoyed reading.

And just like committing a crime which sentence is predetermined,
like a blind man without the aid of his cane,
like a chain smoker without the aerosol mist of his vape,
and like a woman stripped off of her dignity...
she took the step without looking back.

Yes, she was well-aware of the consequences. Too acquainted that she no longer fear them.