"Another day has gone,I'm still all alone,How could this be,You're not here with me, I never said goodbye,Someone tell me why, Did I have to go and leave His world so cold.But you are not alone. I am here with you.Though we're far apart, You're always in my heart.

Just the other night, I thought I heard you cry. Asking me to come and hold you in my arms, I can hear your prayers, Your burdens I will bear,But first I need to find you and your hand again.Then forever can begin." An auburn haired girl whispered into space as pearls of tears trickled down her chubby cheeks. Her hair neatly tied into a bun, with tiny straight hair jutting out here and there. She wore a blue lace knee length dress as she sniffled. A doll like creature with flawless porcelain skin."Where are you?" She closed her mouth as she broke down crying. 

She wiped her tears as she heard someone coming upstairs. She didn't want to be caught in a embarrassing situation. Someone knocked thrice on her door.

"Yes. Come in." She said her voice a bit soar.

"Mademoiselle Beatrice, Mousier Jong In is here." Her maid said bowing at her. The beautiful lady nodded as Jongin came inside.

"Hi Bae. Geez you look more sexier than you were at school." The tanned male smirked as he sat down on her room couch. A relic of  french history.

"Hmmm, Stop It Jongin. We aren't kids anymore." Beatrice frowned sitting on the opposite couch.

"Oh common, You can't get over that playboy, And you tell me to stop being a high school kid." He snapped at her.

She sighed as she sipped her coffee. "I would never get over him. He is not a playboy. So stop it." Beatrice glared at her friend.

"Oh you stop it. Look. Marry me. Stop trying to be a spinster for life. I still love you know." He shot back at the midget.

"Jongin, I can never marry you. Please don't make life difficult for me, And besides I have no feelings of love towards you. You may leave if your going to persuade me. You are married, What about Anna? Stop it." Beatrice lashed out frustrated.

The tanned male sighed as he took  his leave at the mention of his marriage and daughter. True he loved his daughter. Yet he was forced to marry a lady whom he did not love.

The beautiful girl broke down again. Her friend had always known her as Beatrice. Now the little lie had made her an aristocrat identity at the Palais Garnier  the most famous house of Opera in the world where she taught music.

Her thoughts were always clouded by a silvering haired boy, with a goofy smile, a pointy elvish ears. She missed him to the core of her heart, so terribly that the pain had begun to get sore. That It hurt like hell every time she remembered him or cried. 

Yes, she was older now, not the little seventeen year old girl who fell for the school's playboy. She was thirty two, yet still flawlessly gorgeous. She had to leave in order to peruse her dream, yet that wasn't the base reason for her to go away. He was of high royalty lords, as she was just a mere middle classed girl, When he left to England for a week, She was threatened that her family would die if she did not leave him. Or even worse the woman had sworn to kill him. Fear made her flee. But later on the auburn haired girl was informed that the woman had died and her little minion had stolen her power. That's all she ever heard thirteen years ago. 

Beatrice search for him high and low, Yet found him not. They said he had moved away from his old house years ago. It hurt a lot, for she said no goodbye just left him a note.

"I'll come back.

Let your memories grow,

Stronger and stronger.

'Till I'm before your eyes"

This was all she had written as she had place the black piano key on the middle. Her life seemed gloomy though she was a famous teacher and pianist now. Maids and butlers roamed her magnificent french house, as she was called mademoiselle. Yet she had a missing piece.

She sipped her coffee as she went downstairs as a maid took her empty mug. Baetrice's coat was put on her as her phone was hand to her. She left her mansion heading off to work.

Music was a divine feeling for the beautiful lady. It was like a part of her very soul. Something that lived in her body since the day she was born. Playing the piano was what she had lived for. It was her heart.

Many children bowed as the aristocrat like lady gracefully walked her way across the hallways. She held her head up high as she smiled at her students.

" Mademoiselle Blaire, It's time for us to take new children for the school. Should I start the applications?" Her seceretary asked her.

"Well. Yes you should. Yet it should be over  by the twenty seventh of October." Beatrice ordered. Yet her happy aura vanished as the date she uttered conjured memories of a certain someone her heart still beat for.

She sighed looking at the children running around. Making her remember a black piano key. She clutched her fists tightly avoiding the tears that priced her eyes from behind.

"Are you still alive? You are I know. I promise I will come back. Please don't move on." She whispered to herself. As she dashed into her office cabin crying. She covered her face as she slid down the door,landing on the tiled floor.

A tanned male saw it as he gritted his teeth.

"Why wont you just give up on him?" Jongin screamed at her.
"He fucking left you. He never loved you in the first place." He snapped.

Baetrice slapped his cheek. As she glared at him.

"He...He..Loved me with all he has. You know nothing. So do not lie for your own advantage. I hate you Jongin." The beautiful girl looked broken and he regretted his actions now.