Fade to Black.

She kept hanging on by a thread,

The only thing that kept her going was the hope that one day their isolated worlds would turn into one.

Her lustful and lucid fantasy always eased her ever doubtful reality. 

“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.” murmured over and over again. 

She believed her sacrifices could be shared with him. 

She thought she was his sun. 

She thought. 

And thought.

And thought up in her lofty balcony.

And it just phased her as she writes this that-

Juliet’s dead but Romeo continues to live on.