Alice was gone now. All that was left was a small white stone on the ground with three letters written on it. There was also a small box on her grave. The two sides were made from wood while the front had a golden hinge on it. On her headstone there was a golden angel. It was a little too big for her grave, but that didn't matter to her now. She was going to live in a mansion now, a mansion where they would never forget her. A mansion that was protected and looked after. A mansion that would make her a little girl that was happy and free. That was where she was going to be from now on. There would be no more tears or sadness. She was done with this world now. That box of hers that was on her headstone. That box contained everything of hers. She had decided to leave behind her beloved violin. But she would never forget it. She would always remember it and what it meant to her. She would always remember what she had learned by playing it.

The small girl stood before her grave as she looked at the small white stone with her name engraved on it. She didn't have any more tears left to cry, so she took a deep breath as she let out a small sigh.