• So alone, so silently, she walked the street. Rain was falling around her, so much pain she was in. She felt like nothing had ever truly happened. It was all a lie. All her life was simply a collection of shattered pieces put together to make one cracked gray window. Her feet brought her inside the church as she went searching for one last piece of dignity. Her hand found her thighs and began to slowly play the keys of a piano left stored in the back of her mind. Dusty and abandoned it was quiet, simply silent. Its music was golden at one time; but now the keys didnt even remember what a human touch felt like. She made her way to the large stained glass picture of love. Her heart rose for a moment before remembering, and then once again shriveled up so small, its beat was like a babys breathing. She walked to the back of the church and found the stairs to the upper level. She looked out upon the city from the window. Nothing would amuse her more than the thought of making it dissapear. She turned and found the banister, her fingers curling into the perfect position. She could hear the crowd roaring behind her as she began the first notes of her life,
    Love.
    Purpose.
    Betrayal.
    Loneliness.
    And now her finale, her long awaited conclusion. The end seemed so simple, and yet so importantly beautiful. Her music seemed to create an atmosphere of life inside the great prayer. The air turned to gold around her. A warmth filled her throat, and she wondered if her words would come out as wildflowers. Her last notes came to quickly and she longed to add a repeat, the two little dots that would keep her life for just a little longer. She knew however, she knew it was over for her. And so the chorus completed itself and she daintily moved forward and back, swaying like an old lady upon a rocking chair. The last notes left her fingers as a lullaby only a child could appreciate. Her song fell into a steady rhythm now, the last two notes dwindling. Her foot found the glass pedal, her crowd had soared to there feet. She let her foot down, the golden air swirling around her and creating a flowing dress. She looked up and saw the faces of so many glowing back at her. Her eyes searched the crowd to find him. Only him. And at last there he was, stranding at the very top. He looked out at her as she repeated the last notes over and over. Her foot lifted ever so slightly.
    The wood became harder and harder to push. Now, instead, her piano came and the keys rejoiced in her touch. Gracefully the last notes became a small whisper. She dropped her hand from her piano. The crowd stood and she stepped back. In a moment the golden air rushed down to cover the floor. She bent over in a bow, but it was too much. She collapsed onto the golden ground. A small ripple went out into the crowd and they disappeared as it touched them. Finally, all that was left was him. He walked towards her and held his hand down to her, face-up. She held up hers and placed it gently on his palm. At last, she cupped her fingers and played the final notes one last time. From outside the window we see her hand drop to the floor. The bottle of poison drops out of her ripped up jacket and rolls onto the ground. Her last notes still echo in the church hall, as the piano says goodnight.