The silence that follows stretches on, and some of the stars that had appeared around them begin to flicker and dim. His question, and the look he gives her, pull at her insides, twisting that fluttering feeling back not a tight, tense coil in her chest. Her heart feels like it's about to leap out of her chest as she tries to come up with an answer. She doesn't have one for him, because not even she knows anymore.
Or she does... and not even hiding behind the guise of a scripted play could make her admit it.]
I... [Her voice has gone quiet, fingers scrunching and curling into his shirt before they loosen and her hand falls into her lap.] I don't know.
[It's true that when he'd called her Juliet—any time he does—it hurts, but now that it's come down to the wedding, is she even ready to say that the part of her that still remains doesn't actually mind it that much?]
It's getting harder for me to tell what's part of the script and what isn't. I'm me, and I have been all this time... since we left the castle, but she's there too. I don't like it.
[This is all her, as she goes on.]
I don't like Romeo, and I don't like Juliet. I want... [There's a pause, and she looks away, forward towards the horizon they were heading to.] I want it to just be us again.
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The silence that follows stretches on, and some of the stars that had appeared around them begin to flicker and dim. His question, and the look he gives her, pull at her insides, twisting that fluttering feeling back not a tight, tense coil in her chest. Her heart feels like it's about to leap out of her chest as she tries to come up with an answer. She doesn't have one for him, because not even she knows anymore.
Or she does... and not even hiding behind the guise of a scripted play could make her admit it.]
I... [Her voice has gone quiet, fingers scrunching and curling into his shirt before they loosen and her hand falls into her lap.] I don't know.
[It's true that when he'd called her Juliet—any time he does—it hurts, but now that it's come down to the wedding, is she even ready to say that the part of her that still remains doesn't actually mind it that much?]
It's getting harder for me to tell what's part of the script and what isn't. I'm me, and I have been all this time... since we left the castle, but she's there too. I don't like it.
[This is all her, as she goes on.]
I don't like Romeo, and I don't like Juliet. I want... [There's a pause, and she looks away, forward towards the horizon they were heading to.] I want it to just be us again.
[Whether that means here or in the real world.]
But I know we can't.