Is my heart broke?

Her hands ruffled through her hair, pausing to shake out the knots that had tangled during the night. It was a second long pause before she snubbed out her cigarette on the wall of the building she leaned against and thrust herself forward, ticket clutched in hand. The bus idled on the corner and she walked forward, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground as she gripped the straps of her knapsack. She tilted her head up, glancing towards the sky, "You boarding, Miss?"

You're always thinking about escaping, aren't you?
Always thinking about it.
Always dreaming about it.
 

Let's do it.