Beastly emotions clogged up her thoughts, her mind fogged with games of the heart. The pangs did not discontinue; instead they ate up on control. Consumed to lethargy, she made yet another attempt to crawl up to the peak once more. The summit she prowled upwards was steep and winding. The rain and wind caused wear and tear, they caused pours down her face. Still, the journey she seeked was unsure.

She joined the drama scene. The world set itself as her stage, where the plays repeated, where genuity never exists. She took roles from the wretched widow to the dusk angels, from vixens to sunshine fairies. From comedy to drama, her journey was undecided. Still, the games Love toyed her instilled deeper facades. Acting wasn't her form of solace. The make up caused her to grow pale in complexion, the tears smeared her rouge.

Again, she embarked on another journey.

Her discovered passion for the piano soon grew. Smitten by the one that taught her the ropes to the fingers implementing, then lifting off from the black and white keys, she found herself indulging in passion on both sides. They played the pieces together in harmonious composition. He rubbed her silk-hands each time her hands felt weary from practises. She served him his meals, and took good care of him. They developed a passion and expertise in the field they were in; in the games they played. It was with music of the heart, where she found she belonged.

Her search was concluded. Her journey went on..