The girl stood at the top of the hill, her wavy chocolate hair flowing in the wind. She slowly sat down in the tall grass, looking at the glowing flowers surrounding her. She grabbed a handful of the purple roses, then the faint sound of a piano playing at the bottom of the hill. She ran down, then looked at the piano, playing for the stars above, the keys being pressed on by nobody. She put the flowers on the piano bench a listened for a while, before returning to her place at the top of the top of the hill, where she watched the dark sky, waiting, hoping, that somehow, someday, somebody will join her wait at the top of the hill, waiting for the stars to stop listening, waiting for everything to disappear. Waiting for the end of time, where her life would begin.
