The first thing she noticed was the music. The gentle lull of the violin accompanied by the crisp chords of the piano only served to fascinate her further.
"Did you remember the handkerchief you got from your birthday, Eve? Be sure to always keep it with you."
The voice of her mother snapped the girl out of her out of her own world, and into reality. The girl nodded.
As the family approached the reception desk, they were met with a mysterious poster. The girl looked inquisitively at her mother.
"Now, Eve, today we're going to see the works by an artist named Guertana. There's all sorts of things, from sculptures to paintings. I promise you it'll be lots of fun!"
The girl beamed. She loved it when her parents took her to art galleries. "Three tickets to the Guertana exhibit, please!"
The girl looked at her parents.
"Hm? What's wrong, Eve?"
The girl's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"You want to go ahead? Alright, but don't cause any trouble!"
The girl smiled and ran off.
"Won't someone come?" She asked her doll.
"Oh please! Won't someone come?"
The doll couldn't answer her.
Its lifeless button eyes simply stared at her.
"Please, won't someone come?" She pleaded, although there was no one there.
She finally sank to the floor-defeated. A tear began to form.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
All over the strewn sheets of her sketchbook.
The girl lay in the dark, lonely room. She lay there, with nothing but the empty stares of her toys.