Okay, I don't own any characters. That's all I really need to say, right? And just to let you know, even if it may seem this way in this fic, I DO NOT hate Minerva. I'm writing this from Juliet's perspective…sort of…enjoy!
"Goodbye, Minerva," Juliet heard Artemis say through the door to his room. "I'll call you again tomorrow."
That's how it had been for the last few weeks—since Artemis came back…came back from wherever he had been. Juliet turned away from the door. She knew she should just let it go. Forget it. Do whatever she had to do to get it out of her head. Artemis loved Minerva. That was all. Period. No more.
Ever since Artemis was thirteen, Juliet had always thought that one day he would forget his criminal career and fall in love with her. When he disappeared she nearly gave up that dream. Only the belief that he would return kept that hope up. But now it was gone. Done. Finished. Because of that blonde French girl. Maybe Artemis just didn't have time for a girl like herself.
Juliet felt a tear creep out of her eye and roll down her cheek. Quickly, she wiped it away and slowly descended the stairs. She guessed that somehow, deep inside of her, Artemis could never love a girl with such a carefree, wild personality. She thought she was silly for loving someone like Artemis. He was her brother's employer for goodness sake! He deserved more.
She frowned as her sadness became anger. He was gone three years and in that time he forgot all about her. No. She'd make it so that he never forgot her. Juliet knew what she'd do. She'd leave Fowl Manor. Forever. But before she did, she had to make sure that Artemis was always haunted by her absence. He would never forget her. He would always hear her voice in his head, saying he should have noticed her.
She sat down with a piece of paper and began to write.
Artemis,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. I don't know where. You were gone for years and you forgot me. I think I will be gone for years and I will make it certain that I will forget you. Remember: I could have loved you, but you never let me. You never gave me a chance. If you decide you want me back, you know my cell. I love you, Artemis. I always did and always will. But now that you've found someone else, I don't think my place is here. Goodbye.
Juliet
PS. Don't tell Dom about this.
She placed the letter carefully on her bedside table and left the Manor. Possibly forever.
The end! This is my first time trying to write a tragedy/romance fic so don't flame me too badly. Constructive criticisms are welcome.