A slight breeze swept through the autumn trees, bringing down a shower of leaves and causing the girl to shiver in her cool clothing. The boy took off his sweater and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“It can’t all be in vain can it?” She looked at him, her brows slightly furrowed. “I mean, there has to be a reason, right?”

His face broke into an amused smile as he answered, “You ask like you expect an answer. I don’t know the meaning of life. No one does. But I don’t think I’d want to know.”

“Why not?”

“What do we have forward to look forward to after death if we already know the purpose of the life that led up to it?”

She smiled, knowing that conversations like these would go on long after they had found the purpose.