.Ballora made a final leap on her stage before posing like there was a audience infront of her.

.but there was not. .Empty, as always. dark like the night and cold as the wind. The reminder was bitter, when the children weren't here, everything changed. She clasped her blue nails together, her lashes blinking as her beady pink eyes stared into the darkness. The feeling of sadness hadn't healed from her divorce. She was just alone now. cold for know reason.. she just wanted a change. Though she posed again, her hands clasping above her head as her purple tutu twirled. She could pray for something to lighten her days. But the gallery was to dark.

.Suddenly, her sensitive ears picked up on footsteps. slow ones.. she narrowed her eyes just the slightest as she gazed at her door.