Like the wispy smoke of a blown-out flame dancing its last twirl, like the final ripple of a tranquil pond gently stretching away, she evaporates into thin air. So naturally, quietly, and completely.
With no form for your senses to detect, no memory or thoughts you can latch your sentiments to, she disappears from your sight, your thoughts, your world.
She enters a new world. A world where she exists to see and listen, but never to be seen or heard. She exists to run in the dark, away from the burden of people, and the resulting relationships. Away from the pain and the resulting guilt.
For the first time, she breathes.
She is mask-less in her new world.