Kaelin Smith had been an orphan since... forever. She couldn't even remember her parents. She's lived in the orphanage for her whole life. She'd seen people come, and people leave, but no news ever came to her about who she was or who she will be.

What could she do but accept things as they were? It wasn't as if pretending they weren't this way would change anything for herself. She was sure she'd stay there forever, until she grows old enough to be part of the staff instead. She knew almost the whole staff well, and she was well-behaved enough to gain their favour.

In all her years there, no one mattered more than two people who became her friends. They were her wonderful companions in the orphanage, being true friends from beginning to end. They were, in many ways, best friends. She wanted to believe that they'd be with her forever, so she would never have to part with them. Maybe they'd stay and help the orphanage. There were many maybes that she wanted to believe in. Romeo would be everyone's elder brother, and help everyone with their problems. Peter would be the cheerful friendly sibling to the other children, and entertain them with funny stories. Herself? She didn't really know. Maybe she'd be an art teacher for the children. She liked art, anyway.

For a long time, it seemed possible. A happy ever after for three unfortunate orphans, bonded together by a common situation.

But all good things would come to an end, and the end of their friendship began with Romeo's departure. Kaelin wanted to be happy for him, she sorely wanted to smile back and give him a cheerful goodbye. She couldn't bring herself to ignore that painful feeling in her heart, even as she waved when he left. She encouraged him to go, but she didn't want it to really happen.

He left anyway. What could she do?

Peter never really noticed Kaelin's slow descent - he never really noticed much. She kept sticking to him like glue, more than even before Romeo left. When she was alone, all she did was paint and draw. The caretakers noticed, but they couldn't do anything for her.

When Peter happily bounced towards her with a wide grin so long later, she already knew what was coming. She could already feel the painful sting, and she wanted so much to say "don't". She wanted to keep the final thread there with her, but she couldn't possibly do that, could she? She couldn't ruin his shot at happiness, at success beyond anything this dumb orphanage could give him.

He deserved to be happy.

She let him go.

When she returned to her room after Peter left, she looked at the two half-finished canvases laying on her bed. She couldn't stop the constant stream of hot tears, burning as they descended down her face. Why? Why couldn't she be happy for them instead? Why couldn't she suppress that painful feeling?

"Why can't I just be happy, so happy with my two true friends? What must it take for me to find that?"

And that marked the end. Pulling out her paintbrushes and paints, she spent the rest of the night finishing those two canvases. One was a portrait of Peter. The other was a portrait of Romeo. Her two best friends in the whole wide world were now immortalized in paintings. She didn't deserve to be remembered, for being such a horrible friend to both of them. Her work complete, she collapsed on the floor, a sweet final smile plastered on her face. They deserved a final gift. She deserved her punishment.

"Wy! Wy! Are you even listening to me?" Sealand's voice pierced through Wy's thoughts, interrupting them. She looked up at Sealand and Seborga, who were staring at her intently, waiting for her response to Sealand's silly questions.

She couldn't help but smile. She found it after all, that elusive happiness. "Yeah, yeah. We'll do what you said."

Wy was an orphan, who lost both of her friends when she was left alone at the orphanage once more. Her greatest regret was never giving them the gift she had made for both of them, and she wished that she could be happy with them, reunited, in other life.