[@Princeofhearts]

Of course she couldn't escape with Maxwell, even if it was her final desperate bid just to be with him a moment longer, it was not possible.  She winced a tad at the youth's words, unwittingly uttered at not the best moment, but still truthful and still like a needle pricking her skin something bothersome.

[color=ed145b]~"That won't be necessary."~[/color]  A curt response given after a brief sigh.  Daniella's attention was turned from the odd boy, her stylist, with his penchant for women's garments, and rather transfixed to the window beside her as they sat down in the living room on one of the plush leather couches, her hand resting on her cheek as she inclined on it, still the same hurtful expression she adorned her face with.  [color=ed145b]~"I do not wish to bother my friends any longer with these trivial emotions.  Besides, Cooper has returned to the slums where my dear Maxwell now resides, and Marcella, I feel as though I chided her when I turned her away in my melancholic turmoil."~[/color]  Yet another sigh, deeper this time, and somewhat tearful, as her misty eyes left the window and turned to the golden haired youth beside her sitting cross legged.  [color=ed145b]~"Khalil, you've heard me many times say that destiny is shaped by the hands of men and not a predetermined course.  Do you think I was lying when I said that?  The truth is...I believe I did lie to myself, because a lie is more acceptable than the cold, blatant truth.  I guess I wanted to feel comfort in believing in illusions instead of the hard reality before me, that I didn't wish to see nor acknowledge what this day would truly entail.  I feel as though I've lost everyone.  I will remember them, yes, but...will I even see their faces, hold their hands and feel their gentle warmth...even for once as time is persistent to carry on and not cease its progression...no matter how much I wish for it to?  I don't believe so...."~[/color]

The tears....they were coming back.  Gods how she hated them now.  With a fragile breath, Daniella stood from the couch, still a bit weak from her last fit of woe, drying her eyes upon the touch of her hand.  [color=ed145b]~"I should stop this now.  If mother and father were to see me like this, it would just be worse.  I'm not as hard hearted as they are, and never will I be, even if it hurts so much to have a weak, tender heart such as mine."~[/color]