In the lone house that stood at the very corner of the neighbourhood, she lived all by herself, accompanied only by her melody. Her fingers tapped the keys with such grace and elegance; the piano playing along as if it were one with her.

She was known by the people in that area as a very well-gifted musician. Once every few nights, one would hear her pieces of music; all of them masterpieces, as if they were composed by the world's best professionals. Her songs always had a common melancholic feel to them, often driving others into feeling such emotions as well. Her skills with instruments were diverse; ranging from keyboard instruments such as the piano and the organ, to brass instruments such as the trumpet, to even stringed ones like the violin; she was indeed skilful. Yet saying that would be but an understatement.

It was her music that the people in the neighbourhood would look forward to most at night. It was truly a blessing to those who got to listen to its beautiful melody.

Not much is known about her, though. She had no children, as far as they know; a lady shrouded in mystery that was always spotted alone, without company. No matter how sad her songs have always played out, none could really grasp the true meaning behind her songs. Every time she had a visitor, her smile was reassuring enough that she was happy and content with what she had. And thus it remained a mystery how she could compose melodies of such haunting sadness as if to convey her true emotions.

Indeed, she was a blessed child with such a magnificent gift.

However, tonight was different...

Her song sounded more energetic than ever. One must be surprised at the sudden change of tune. It was completely different, as if she wasn't herself that night. For once, she was playing so joyously. For the first time, she was smiling whilst playing her piece!

No one can blame her for it. Every day, she would put up a façade; an ingenuine, yet convincing smile; whilst every night, she would weep and sob silently, all by herself. Reminiscing her days with her sisters, she would cry her heart out at those times she had lost. It hass been decades now and even she herself can vaguely recall those sweet memories of the past; those times she had lost. Oh how she would often play together with them in great joy and laughter. How could she forget them? Their faces, their songs, their sweet, treasured memories together... Or were they merely illusions, created by a delusional child with no friends; no family to care for her?

But to her, those were the days she cherished oh-so much...

With them lost, she felt herself breaking apart. She no longer remembered what kept her going all those years. She began writing songs that portrayed her depression after having lost what meant most to her- no, FORGETTING what meant most to her.

And yet today, it all came back. This very night, where a gust of wind rolled in through her bedroom window, bringing along three guests; three familiar faces to her. And together they played; their way of expressing how they've longed for this meeting for all these years. They played their hearts out. Nobody has ever seen her smile like that before.

That entire night was filled with their song, resounding throughout the night sky, up until the very last note where she finally teared up. Not in sadness, but of great, tremendous joy. Her head lied upon the piano as she let out her last breath with a broad smile across her face.

"You must have been lonely, Layla. But you're with us now. We're together, once again and we promise, you'll never be alone again..."