I currently have an obsession with Mr. Dorian Gray. I have decided to write a letter to Sybil explaining his feelings.
To Miss Vane,
Juliet, Juliet, oh my dear Juliet! How wonderful you looked that day in your dress. I thought for absolute sure that your performance would be perfect and eloquent. I'm very, very sorry to say that you have sorely disappointed me.
The most horrible performance by the most beautiful of women. Yes, I could have had any woman, but I chose you, and because of that dreadful thing called "love," you decided to demean to role of Juliet, the epitome of the romantics. You spurned my affections. I fell in love with a fraud! Oh, woe is me!
You know, I feel no sorrow for your death. Maybe a pang of regret after an especially beautiful theatre performance, or, perhaps, and especially bad one. I remember every role. The way you took on each and every one was so striking; I could picture you being the inspiration for Carmen or Juliet.
I thought you selfish. No, I knew you were selfish. I though that out of anyone, you would understand the importance of a perfect characterization. Yet, you decided that I would love you more if you were awful. I told Henry of you and he did not believe you were all that I said you were.
You see, my dear Juliet, no Sybil because you do not deserve Juliet, life is like the most beautiful of roses. There is an ugly side and one of utmost exquisiteness. Also, the fragility of life is a constant, just like the rose can be damaged so easily, life can be damaged beyond repair.
A life for a life I supposed. I took yours, and you contributed to mine. Call it "just desserts" if you wish, but I do not believe in heaven or hell, and therefore you nor your soul can reprimand me. Try as you might, I will always be the exquisiteness of the rose, only with the ugly side in full bloom underneath. You will always be the full repulsiveness.
With No More Love,
Dorian Gray
I know, I know, kind of obnoxious at the end, but I thought that it would be something that he would say.