The long, silken burgundy curtains hung upon the window with care and bellowed in the winds let in from the great window. The lofty windows were not much compared to the height of the beautiful ceiling or the length of the marble flooring. This was the extravagant ballroom in her parent's estate, filled with people, but none of this seemed to matter to her. Nobody seemed to notice her, either way. Her decision was made; could and would never be changed.

The wind blew in her face, yet she kept a blank stare as she stood by the balcony's edge; she could no longer feel the cold of the night air. Hands clutched the marble handrail and knuckles began to blend in with the pallor tone. Dark ebony hair followed suit with the curtains and her long curls flew every which way, entangling with the others. The soft, ornate royal blue gown clung to her legs due to the winds, but she did not take notice to the little details found.

The moonlight shined upon the young woman's lovely features. It was a full moon, bright and shining. The sky seemed dark, dismal and vast. She felt so lonely, so small and so imprisoned. She could not take much more of this. She was simply a marionette to her parents' aide and gain. She found that they did not truly care for her and she was just simply a tool. She was more troublesome than they had asked for, anyway. She could be replaced for a girl less so. Maybe that girl would enjoy the life that was found to be so unfulfilling. She strived for something far different, but her prayers and dreams were yet to be brought to light. Nevertheless, either way, her life was tainted with forlorn. It was painted with a sadness and longing. Everything she loved had been taken from her to protect the family name, the family honor. She had nothing left to live for and she could not find the bright light in the darkness of her mind. She was entirely misplaced and unable to be found, spellbound and lost in thought, though she no longer wished to be found. She gave up on those hopes long ago, so it did not matter.

She placed a trembling foot onto the cold stonewall and then another. She kept her balance well while standing on the edge due to perfect posture. The girl's whereabouts were still unknown and her partial facial mask sat on the ground where her feet once were. The family's royalty and friends continued to dance the night away. It was just another night; it seemed to be nothing special. Nevertheless, tonight would be a night to remember for all of the wrong reasons.

It all seemed to be over in a snap. The whoosh created by the dress as it fell through the air and the loud thump as her body hit the ground seemed to bring at least a few people into realization of the young woman's suicide. She couldn't take any more. She was done, it was over with, and she made it obvious.