Like we said at the start
It's a part of us all
It's the picture we hang
On the burning wall

Figures sway from side to side in tune with the ever sounding drum. Familiar faces masked and memories long forgotten, a reunion so bittersweet. Suits and dresses alike flow around one another yet not to one. A lone feminine form sat at a table with a bottle and glass, not in the mood to join the others.

Her blonde hair neatly done up while her bright blues watch the liquid swirl. A golden sword shaped necklace hung. A dress of blue cloaked her. Thoughts of past events clouding the strong willed mind. No one bothering the grieving soul.

Shades of truth in their words
Enough to light up in sparks
Everything that we've made
All gets torn apart

"One incident is nothing compared to the aftermath." Whipping her body around in disbelief, the voice that she least expected. A calming voice that she had grown to know over a short time. Deep blue eyes stared at her from the mercenary in semi-formal clothes offered her a hand, "Might I have one dance before we go back to our separate homes?"

A sorrowful smile crept on her lips, "I'm sorry." Wiping her eyes to vanquish any tears that tried to form.

"The past is the past, right now I just wish to hold you close," he said it without hesitation. "I know it didn't work out between us, but you are strong. You are the greatest bounty hunter in all of the galaxy."

"One dance, but not here, not near everyone else." She pointed to the balcony that was located on the far side of the room. The man nodded, grabbed her hand and peaceful walked there. "Everyone seems out of it for a party."

"What do you expect? Master Hand called off the tournament due to the incident," she muttered to the man trying to hide any form of sadness. "You expect people to feel so joyful when the fighting system malfunctioned earlier in mid fight making us lose someone dear."

Arriving at the balcony the couple stood in a similar form as the others, but they moved slower. Enjoying the moonlight that lit up their floor, a calming peace held them together.

Who needs these people's pity anyways
All the world just seems to melt away
Who needs these people's comfort anyways

Hours seemed to have past and a few glances from the others shot in their direction with concern. "You know, I didn't expect to have fallen for someone who could beat me so easily," he joked, trying to cheer the bounty hunter up some.

"I didn't expect to grow attached to a man who broke half of the electronics because he didn't bother ask how they work." A smirk formed on her lips as she stared up at him showing there was still some life in her. A few words took her sorrow away, never wanting it to end. Reality has been too cruel for her even if she could withstand it all.

The mercenary could not reply to what was an embarrassing memory, she wasn't wrong about his habit of destroying the mansion's appliances. Becoming lost in each other's gaze, he leaned in giving her a kiss without hesitation as he always done not that she minded.

Closing her eyes for an instant and the man was gone, she took focus on two shadows in the fields not far from the balcony. A two handed golden sword stabbed into the ground next to a neatly carved stone. Others gathered around her questioning what she had been doing dancing alone. Concerned for her safety, physically and mentally. Yet she never stopped staring at the tomb.

Can't calm down
Carry it all around
Every second, every breathe
Save yourself
I cannot be helped
A little choked up just at the thought of it

"I was just wishing someone farewell before I left."