You aren't on any specific route, just following whatever paths you come across. You're with your girlfriend, except she isn't actually your girlfriend. Things are complicated right now. She doesn't know what she is or who she wants to be, so you're giving her space while she figures herself out. So, she isn't actually your girlfriend.

A small playground comes into view, so the two of you cut across the grass. The playground overlooks an edge, the ocean gently lapping at the cliff side. As the years pass, the cliff side will erode, eventually becoming the sand at the bottom of the ocean. The two of you sit on the swings, the hinges squeaking at the weight of two grown people. Here, with the sun setting off in the distance with the distant sound of sea birds, it feels like you two are the only ones left.