I wrote this in a couple of minutes. I guess I was driven by a huge sadness of the knowledge that Juliet is dead. I know all of them died...but I'm in a Juliet-grieving mood at the moment and I have no idea why.
Just be sad with me.
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She never thought she was one who was labelled as a selfish person, or one who was just out for personal gain. But she was wrong.
She always wondered if she gave enough. Granted, she thought she was always worried about others, always putting them before herself but it never stopped her from thinking if she gave enough. She couldn't remember a point of time in her life when she wasn't fretting over someone or something.
All her life she'd been trapped in a prison of her own, admittedly forced to remain there by no one but herself, choosing to be tormented by the presence of her ex-husband.
All that happened to her was all her own doing.
Her sister was the only blazing light, keeping at bay the surrounding darkness that threatened to swallow her any moment. Rachel. Yes, she kept her going. She lived for solely her sister. She'd do anything for her, even attempt an illegal act just to fulfil her sister's wish. And she succeeded. She managed to impregnate her sister, and she'd never looked back ever since.
But, at that crucial point of her sister's life, when she must have wanted her to be around so badly, she left.
The stupidest move she ever made in her life.
She left for some pointless experiment because she so selfishly wanted to, despite knowing Rachel was pregnant at that time. Sure, her sister persuaded her to go, but she knew, deep down, she should have stayed.
It was her fault. Everything was her fault. She was to be blamed for all the wrong choices made, all the events that happened to her. No one was to be blamed but her. She made that one decision that indirectly led to her death.
She never wanted to hurt anybody. Not once in her entire life did she think she would be capable of taking a person's life. Yet, at this stage, after reaching the end of her journey, she saw that anything was possible. When desperation so deep it immersed you, gripped your heart with iron claws, stealing your breath away and causing silent screams in the night...anything was possible. You would do anything just to get to what you want. What you desire.
She was selfish, and selfishness never paid.
She never got to see her sister again.