Another sunny day.

Another sunny day when she sat alone on the roof, the rays of the sun danced in her white hair.

Another sunny day when she looked from a tall building at other people.

There were so many people that they looked like ants hurrying to their work.

Why do they hurry?

After all life doesn't change, in perfect order they do the same thing every day.

So why do they rush to do something which will happen again tomorrow?

She begins to strain her eyes, she sees more and more details.

She sees a happy, kissing couple.

She feels a twinge of jealousy.

No.

Echo can not feel anything like that.

Echo can not feel emotions such as jealousy.

Yes.

It was only a brief feeling of longing for something she never had.

Something she would never reach.

Something called happiness.

But ...

But when Echo spent her time with Oz-sama she was happy.

No.

Echo can not feel happy.

Echo is just a mere puppet, someone else pulls the strings.

Someone ...

Vincent-sama.

Vincent-sama won't allow Echo be happy.

She looks down again.

Now she sees two people who argue.

Hate? Anger?

Echo never felt something like that.

Even if Echo wanted to hate someone, she couldn't.

She was trained like a small animal which should be obedient to its master, even if what he commands is bad.

Echo could not hate Vincent-sama for what he tells her, she mired in a deceptive illusion which whispered her that it's not bad.

And she looks again.

She sees a solitary man, walking in the street with his head bowed.

Solitude? Sad?

Echo was also lonely.

But why he was sad?

After all he was free, he could do what he wants.

Echo did not have her own free will.

Echo did not have her own free will, so she was lonely.

She was lonely because without her own will Echo is not able to find someone who would be close to her.

But Oz-sama probably tried to be someone close to her ...

But Echo could not have a loved one.

She do not look down again.

She rests her head on the knees, protecting her eyes from the glaring sun.

She stays in this position.

How long?

Minutes?

Hours?

Days?

And her thoughts are freely flowing and flowing, showing her visions of a fairytale where Echo was happy together with her beloved prince.

A/N: The idea came to me when I was talking with my older sister about Echo. I don't know if it's good... I don't really like it. R&R please! :)