@Princeofhearts Now.....they were all gone....
She stood at the window, the last notes of her grand piano, the last lingering sounds before the dismal silence had set in, fading away into nothing, the strings ceasing their vibrations...just as she felt her heart had ceased to undulate in her chest so tight and full of such....despair. A small tear...that was all she could muster after shedding all, it fell down her cold, pale cheek, her face pressed against the frosted glass as she watched Marcella drift away from her, and gods knew where Cooper was.....and of course...Maxwell...
~"If...if this the future...then I could only wish, no...pray...that time will stop here...and never go any further..."~ She whispered, the thick satin curtain slipping from her frail hands, taking away the only source of pure light that illuminated the rather dim parlor...then obscuring it and the young woman...in deep, depressing shadows. She sighed, sitting back down at the piano, merely just playing whatever came to her...singing whatever her heart had felt. At the moment...everything.
Sadness....sadness towards going on without them, her sweet, endearing friendships she would have to break, and yes....even a romance that was never to be. Would she remember them? Marcella, the sweet and kindhearted Italian, Cooper, the spirited and funloving Metalheart, and....Maxwell...that handsome, smart young man who had stolen her heart the moment she laid eyes upon him. A heart....that would remain in pieces...till only the gods knew when.
Anger...anger towards that stupid machine for deciding their fates. Anger towards a worthless contraption that severed the threads that held them so close together and scattered them to the four winds as the dead, dry leaves in the eve of autumn. Anger for being cheated by destiny, to have those she loved and cherished the most taken from her very arms before her very eyes. A day that was supposed to be set aside for celebration, for such wonderful moments and cheerful revelry....just like that it had become the single most day Daniella would despise forever. Shall the day of her graduation go unmarked for all eternity, as it will be nothing more than a bitter memory to forsake...as though it never existed.
And finally.... regret. The truth is, yes, she would remember them always, her dearest friends and beloved, yet....she would never see them again. A fool she was to forsake Marcella at that last moment and turn her away, to shut herself away like this, to not race after Cooper and the others and give them one last goodbye, and....to not hold Maxwell in her arms...and tell him how much she loved him... And it was this regret...that devoured every inch of her, every part, every ounce that she was now pouring into this instrument and into her voice...until once more...she had broken into sobs.
They were gone....all of them..... and so was she....
After a while or so, she stood up from her piano, a tiny voice garnering her attention back to the window. Ah, Khalil, the young lad searched helplessly for his client, not once realizing he had passed by her window nearly six times calling for her. The girl was just in no mood to answer. Upon her hand, she dried the rest of her tears, and from the parlor, out the door she ventured. The sun, just like her companions, had disappeared, light now nearing darkness, warm air...now slightly colder than before. She shivered a little, Daniella, ambling down the steps onto the pathway, a bothersome sigh as she called out to him,
~"Khalil. Khalil, I'm over here."~ 
