She just came home, tired yet satisfied from an annual get-together with her friends back in secondary school. It's always great meeting old friends, she thought. Meeting them is akin to returning home. It is so effortless and comfortable, everything just feels right, while it lasted at least. Still, all good things come to an end. It was time to say good bye, and head home. It was a great night, she thought. How much she has missed them. When everyone moves on in life and walk their separate paths, it's hard to keep in contact. That's right, it felt like returning home. As minutes go, the feeling of emptiness began mounting, a little at a time. She shrugged it off. Must be how I'll miss seeing my friends, after all it's only once a year, she thought. Yet with every step she took, her heart grew heavier. Back at home, the void in her took root. Something was on her mind. Still, she tried to shrug it off Resorting to arranging music score...