The sky was filled with grey wisps of dark clouds, the air crisp as it caressed her pale skin. She swayed in the breeze, her fingers cold as she watched the leaves beneath her feet, their colours golden and burnt red, touching brown and a light orange. They were broken by her steps and piled high over the muddy ground.
Her hair whipped around her face, catching on her parted lips that were a faint shade of pink. She did not reach up to remove the caught hairs, but left them to do as they pleased. Her hat was beginning to slip from her head although she did not adjust it back over her ears.
Dirt was smeared over her cream colour coat where she had tripped and a speck of blood was evident on her knee where she had scrapped her skin and broken her jeans from the fall. The tear marks down her cheeks were more prominent now in the cold as they turned to ice.
The branch creaked in the wind as spare leaves rustled on the trees, the rope straining slightly as she swayed in the breeze. Her last words still lingered on her lips tinted with a splash of blood, a final goodbye.
She had wondered how long it would take for someone to find her.