Nirvana released a sigh, her footsteps barely audible as she wandered over to her open window. "Goodbye, Dante", she whispered, silently picturing the pink and white roses that framed the house she currently occupied. The scent of the fresh, green lawn travelled up her nostrils, sending an unusually calm sensation through her body. "I miss you", she admitted quietly, aware he had already departed from the room. In her heart, she loved Dante, but she would also miss this new world she so adored. Her gaze moved to relax upon the silver ring around her finger, something she both cherished and hated.