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Juliet woke up not sure where she was. She didn't recognize the room she was in, or the couch she was laying on, or the shawl someone had draped on top of her. Groggily, she stared at the ceiling. Suddenly she felt a cool hand on her forehead, and she sat up with a jolt.

Charles Sowden drew his hand away. "I did not mean to startle you."

"No-you're just-" She stammered, confused.

"Where am I?"

Sowden sat next to her. "You are with me."

Juliet felt a pulsing in her temples, and rubbed her head. "Why am I here?" She asked tiredly. "Why am I not dead?"

Tiredly, she fell back onto the couch, feeling drowsy. "What I am doing here?"

"I brought you here." He said, his voice soft.

"Why me?" She whispered, "What do you want?"

"I need you to ask you about something" He replied.

"You shouldn't have taken me here." Juliet answered.

"I know you were romantically involved with Gnomeo-"

"I loved him" Juliet choked out.

Sowden looked her dead on in the eyes. "Then you'll have answers."

"To what?" She inquired.

"I need to know what happened to the money." He said, cooly.

"The money?" She repeated dumbly.

Sowden nodded, "I need the money."

Juliet squinted. "I don't know what money you mean."

"Really." Sowden smirked. "Don't play stupid with me."

"Please, I don't-"

"Where is the family fortune? It's a simple question, Juliet. What happened to the money that suddenly is gone from the accounts?" Sowden's voice was calm and dangerous.

Juliet realized Gnomeo must have taken the money when they left.

"I don't have it." She replied placidly.

"You do. You have to have it. Godammit!" He cried.

"It's his money, and it doesn't even matter anymore, because he's dead! Everything's gone!" A horrible sick feeling came over her, and she felt weak and dizzy.

She turned away from him. Suddenly a flashback occurred to her, clear as a dream.

It was as they were riding home in the carriage, after the wedding in Featherstone's garden. The sun was starting to set, and the shadows were long and the light was like golden beams.

"How are we going to make do in London?" She had asked, snuggling next to him.

"I'll probably have to get work. See if my dad's business partners can help me." He looked her in the eyes, "I want you to be happy, and I want you to have everything you want."

"You're everything I want."

He chuckled and kissed her mouth. "But seriously, you have a good point. I guess we need to think about this."

"I know. I can handle this, I promise. My father has plenty of money, and I know how to get it." Juliet told him.

'You shouldn't have to handle this. Don't do anything dangerous Juliet." There was obvious seriousness In his voice.

"Love, I'll get the money. Trust me."

The flashback ended, and Juliet realized that Gnomeo had taken the money after all, and hadn't told her so. Sowden wanted it now. Her love was dead, but she would not betray him. All Gnomeo's ranting about Sowden trying to steal from the family might just be true, she realized. Her heart raced, and she knew she couldn't say anything.

"Juliet, let's not make this any harder than it has to be." Sowden said.

She shivered as his ice cold hand squeezed her shoulder.

"I do not know what you are talking about. Let me leave. I cannot help you." She recited.

"You have to. I know you do." Sowden's face began to flush. Juliet didn't falter.

"I have nothing for you." She whispered, standing to face him. "You don't deserve any money anyway."

In a moment, he had her pinned against the wall. His nostrils flared and he panted with rage.

"Tell me. What do you know? You dirty Redbrick slut!" His hands clenched around her, Juliet was afraid to speak, but she gasped.

"I really don't want to do this, but I will." He growled, spit flying from his lips.

"What will you do?" She stuttered.

"I will kill you." His voice was diabolically calm.

"Do it. You'd be doing me a favor." She snarled.

"I kill you, I kill your knowledge of anything. I need the money and you have it. I'll make you tell me, I don't care!" His hands gripped her so tight. Suddenly reached into his jacket, and pulled out a knife. He slashed right above her wrist, and she screamed in agony.

"Tell me! I told you, and I warned you." He panted.

Anger and fire rose inside of Juliet like a tidal wave. With a scream, she ripped free of his grip. He tried to chase her but she lept over a couch, slashing part of her skirt. Juliet grabbed a lamp and hurled it at him. The lamp knocked him off his feet, and the knife that was still stained with her blood clattered onto the tile. The surge of pain, fear, and aderiline built inside her, and she dove for the knife. Sowden was right after her and he clutched her legs, but she had the knife. Sowden pinned her to the floor, his hands firm. Juliet closed her eyes, reached over her head, and thrust the knife. She opened her eyes just in time to see it pierce his forehead. Sowden fell back, clutching his head. She sat up, still defensive, and pressing her bloody wrist against her stomach.

Sowden drew his hand away from his head and saw the blood on his hands. He did not know whose it was. Suddenly, to Juliet's shock, he began to laugh.

She was still panting in fear. "I don't see why you're laughing" She told him.

"You are so much like her, it's crazy. She would have done just that." He mused.

Juliet scowled as she scooted away from him. "Like who?"

"Your mother."

Juliet was shocked. "You knew my mother?"

"Knew?" He scoffed. "Of course I knew her, everyone did. She was beautiful, feisty, fun, regal, smart, caring, and rich. Everyone loved her, especially me." His eyes seemed to be elsewhere, swimming with the ghosts of his past.

"You loved my mother?" She exclaimed with even more shock.

"If her mother hadn't made her marry that Redbrick man, she would have been married to me." He claimed.

Juliet scowled. "She never would have married a coward like you. I knew her."

His expression was distant. "I did too. She was a special woman. When she died-" He choked up and faced the white walls.

Juliet didn't care what he said. She turned to leave. Death was not going to haunt until her until later. Then he would torture her.

"Wait" He gasped. "Don't leave."

"My mother didn't love you. I'm leaving now." Her sanity was fading fast, and she could barely keep her voice level.

"I need you to do something for me."

She breathed shakily, "I probably won't do it."

"Ophelia.." He muttered.

'What?" She replied, confused.

"Don't leave me, Ophelia. Let me kiss you, let me look into your eyes."

Juliet suddenly got a very bad feeling. She grabbed the knife and turned for the door. She got to the door, when Sowden jumped up.

"NO!" He bellowed. In a flash he was coming towards her, arms opened in an embrace. Juliet held up the knife.

"Don't touch me, you bastard! Don't you know? She's dead! She is as dead as can be! In fact, everyone's dead!" Juliet shrieked, tears flying.

Sowden was quiet with boiling rage. His chest was still heaving.

"Gnomeo's gone, and my Mother is gone, at this point what is the point of being alive?! What do we have to live for? You are as empty as I am, and when I die, I hope you are dead too, you ignorant son of a bitch!" Juliet was hysterical.

"I know Juliet. I know everything. I know you, I know pain, and I know death."

Juliet sniffed. "How do you live with yourself? Knowing you are alive, when he's dead. AND you weren't the one who should've lived?"

Sowden was frozen. "I don't live. I function but I'm not really living. When she was gone, the part of me was gone that gave me a spark, joy, love, compassion."

"That's going to happen to me isn't it?" She asked.

His eyes were hard. "It's inevitable."

Juliet sighed heavily. "If I'm as dead as you, why am I still alive?"

Sowden shrugged. " I don't know but what if we just died? Death Is our destiny."

Juliet was silent, so he continued. "You have a knife. Why don't we end it here. Then, there are no more questions, no more death, and no more pain."

Gnomeo's beautiful face burned in her mind. She wanted to touch it, run her hands along his face, breath his scent, feel his embrace. She needed them. "I'll do it." She stated. "I'll die with you."

Sowden smiled. "I promise it will be over in a few seconds. His voice was like a lullaby and Juliet smiled.

"Will I go to Heaven?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm sure you will." He said with urgency.

Juliet took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I'm coming, love. She thought. We will never be apart again.

"Will it hurt?" She questioned again.

Sowden shook his head. "It's going to be quicker and easier than falling asleep."

"How do you know?"

"I've seen more death in my days than you know. It's easier to just get it over with.

"What if you're wrong?"

He scowled, frustrated. "Do you want to do this or not?"

She took a deep breath. "I do."

"Then, please stop talking."

She nodded. He took the knife, and gingerly ran the blade along his finger, on the dull side.

"Since we are both going to die, where's the money anyway? Just for a last laugh."

Sowden asked her. The knife was dangerously close to her neck.

"London." She whispered.

Suddenly, a horrible grin spread across his face. "That's all I needed to know. You are an easy girl, Juliet."

Juliet gasped and tried to struggle, but he had her trapped. "I'll tell." She told him.

He smiled slowly. "No you won't. I'll finish you off right here. I'll do your suicide for you."

"Please…I don't want to" She whispered.

"Choose your last words." He snarled. Three beads of blood appeared on her neck. Juliet turned white.

At that moment, something hit Sowden from behind and he fell to the ground.

Gnomeo stood there, holding a candlestick, his chest heaving. Juliet fell to the ground, and he rushed over to her.

"No." He muttered, taking her in his arms. Quickly he left the room, carrying her to a different room so he could be away from Sowden's . Her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were only slightly rosy. Slowly, Juliet began to stir. Gnomeo pressed her against his chest, like maybe some of his heartbeat would transfer to hers. Her eyes were glassy at first, but they found his. At that moment, he fell in love with her all over again.

"He killed me." She whispered, touching his face and blinking a lot. "Where are we? Is this Heaven?"

Gnomeo kissed her gently. "You're not dead, love. This is real life."

"But you're here." She argued.

"I'm not dead either." He told her, concerned.

"Everyone told me you were. How is this possible?" She whispered.

"I never died." He tried to explain.

"You drowned in a boat accident. We were trying to escape, don't you remember?" Her eyes were wide, and she held on to him tightly.

"Of course, I remember." He told her. "I never drowned. I made it to shore, and I ended up in a town a little ways away from here, and I had to hurry home to find you."
She stared at him and he took her face in his hands. Gnomeo became afraid she did not believe him.

"If I was dead, would I do this?" He leaned down and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Juliet sighed in happiness, and kissed him back, long and deep. Her heart swelled with emotion and love and she pressed her hand on his chest.

Something broke inside of her, and she knew that they were alive. As they pulled away, she gazed into his eyes, which she'd loved from the start. Tears formed in her eyes, as she realized that she had wanted to end her life, and leave him.

"Baby, don't cry." He whispered.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I am so so sorry."

He held her tightly. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'll never leave you." She promised, breathlessly. "I'll never let us go."

"I know." He said, holding her as tightly as ever. They stayed there clutching each other for a very long time.

Finally, it was Gnomeo who helped Juliet to her feet. Together they deceided to tell their parents they were both alive. Both were bruised, dirty, and worn down, but they had each other, finally. They had made it past the worst of everything.

So they thought.

Gnomeo opened the door, and thick smoke filled the room.

Juliet gasped. "Gnomeo is there-"

"FIRE!" He finished. "We need to get out of here."

"Are there any other doors?" She asked, as smoke filled the room.

"I don't think so, and the window is too high to get down from. Oh my God." He said, scared.

"NO" Juliet took his hand tightly. "We're not dying here, this is not how our story is going to end."

She turned her back to the smoke and possible flame. Suddenly she caught something on the ceiling.

"Gnomeo, look! A trap door!" She exclaimed.

"I'll bet it connects to the roof! We can get down from there." Gnomeo finished.

Quickly they grabbed a table and dragged it under the door. Gnomeo stood on it, and Juliet supported him her hands shaking. He pulled on the handle and it didn't budge.

"Shit."

"No, just try again." Juliet told him. He did and this time the door came down, with a small rope ladder. Juliet nodded, feeling heat coming on them. "Go on."

"Shouldn't you go first?" Gnomeo asked, ever the gentleman.

"You go. You can pull me up, I can't pull you up." She reminded him. He scaled the ladder and Juliet followed him. As the climbed, she felt one of the rungs break from underneath her. Juliet screamed, but Gnomeo grabbed her hand, and together they pulled her up into the safety of the trapdoor.

"C'mon." She instructed. "We need to get out of here, fast. Where do you think we are?"

Gnomeo checked out their surroundings. Dark, damp, cramped and very high up. The heat from the fire was rising. "I'd say this is the attic."

"Then we are close to the roof?" She deduced.

"I think so. Maybe we can break the ceiling!" He offered. Juliet imagined boards of wood and beams falling around them. Then she spotted a window on the slant of the roof.

"Let's try the window." She said.

"Stand back." Gnomeo warned. His fist shattered the glass and shards rained around them.

"Watch out for glass." Juliet told him as he helped her through the hole. "Is your hand okay? You didn't really need to do it like that."

"I'm fine." He grimaced. "Let's get down from here."

They stood on the roof of a slowly burning building. A crowd had gathered and they had a view of the entire city,

"The fire escape!" Gnomeo yelled. Juliet ran after him, but when they got to the fire escape they found it halfway swallowed in flames."

"Is there another way down? There has to be another way down!' Juliet screamed.

"I don't see one!" Gnomeo yelled.

"Oh my God are we going to die?" She cried, feeling very weak

"There's no way to get down!" He yelled.

" So we're going to die?" The wind blew, and Juliet felt chilled.

"Unless you can find another way down."

"Oh my God." She wimpered. She couldn't believe how much she had wanted death, and now that she was staring it in the face, she was terrified.

He took his hands in hers. "We'll be together, Juliet. It's either that or we explode with this place. They'd never let us be together anyway." His voice was trembling as he spoke. Juliet knew he meant their families down on the ground.

"Explode?" She asked.

"The dynamite is all around the outside, I saw it when I went in. It wasn't lit when I came in"

"Then who lit it?" She wondered. "The only person who would was Sowden and he couldn't have? Could he?"

Gnomeo held her. "We may never know, but for what it's worth, I hope he dies with us."

"Wait, you knew that this place was possibly going to blow up, and you came in anyway? You fool! You wouldn't be here if you hadn't come! Why are you giving everything up?" She was shaking now. He didn't deserve to die! He was young and handsome and could love again.

"Because." He told her sternly. "I love you, and I will never let you die alone like this. I'd rather die too, than live without you." Juliet knew that feeling and nodded slowly.

"Gnomeo, I never want to feel that emptiness in my heart, and that dark sadness, of you being gone, ever again." She told him, emotion rising in her voice.

They stared at each other for a second, in a moment of loving awe. Though, they were going to die, they each had never felt more complete.

" We have to jump!" Gnomeo stated.

"What?" Juliet cried.

"We're going to die anyway!" He tried to reason.

"Gnomeo! I can't just jump!"

"Yes, you can, I'll hold you the whole time."

"I'm scared."

He scoffed. "You? Scared?"

"Yes." Juliet told him and he pulled her closer to him.

"We're never going to be apart again."

He was right.

"It's such a long way down though." Juliet gulped.

He held her tightly, and his voice was thick. "If I'm going to die, I want to do it with the woman I love."

"Oh Gnomeo."

Time was fleeting. The moments ticked down in her mind, and Juliet was trembling. What did it really feel like to die? Was it painful? Or was it like going to sleep, like Sowden had said? Would Gnomeo be there?

"On my count, alright?" Gnomeo glanced at her.

Juliet nodded and squeezed his hand.

"One.." He began.

"I love you, Gnomeo." She told him.

"Two."

"Forever, I promise."

"Three!" He yelled.

"Kiss me!" She shrieked, almost laughing, because it would be such a perfect way to go, kissing.

He leaned over, and they kissed. It was an adrenaline rush of passion that tasted like despair.

"We have to jump now." He said, gazing lovingly at her.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." She couldn't stop saying it.

"Now! Juliet!"

"I love you!"

And she jumped, not letting go of his hand.

In one moment of oblivion, they were flying and she couldn't even open her mouth to scream.

Juliet closed her eyes, willing not to feel.

They tumbled into the rubble of stone and brick, rolling and entwined, until finally they stopped. A mighty blast, and the building exploded on itself. At that moment, rain fell from the sky drenching the flames that dominated the pile of brick, stone, and rubble.

The crowd below gasped when two figures fell from the roof.

"NO!"

Lord Redbrick shoved past bystanders, with Lady Bluebury close behind him.

'That's my daughter!"

"My son!" Cried Lady Bluebury

The crowd gasped and parted. Lord Redbrick panted,

"No."

"Quick! Get if she blows! again"

Lady Bluebury peered over his shoulder at the wreckage. "Oh my goodness. My poor boy!" She began to shake, and dab her eyes with her already wet handkerchief. Her sobs were loud and sniffly, while Lord Redbrick's were quiet, as if he couldn't believe this was happening.

The entire crowd was silent. Women wept into hankies and some people screamed as word got around that Gnomeo Bluebury and Juliet Redbrick had jumped from the burning building. The two brightest stars in New York, were ultimately dead.

Lord Redbrick ran foward, and sunk into the rubble, falling to his knees, his shoulders shook with grief. Everything he had worked to protect, lay crushed under a rock, and it was his fault after all.

Behind him, Lady Bluebury gazed at the smoky sky, in disbelief. She placed her hand on Lord Redbrick's shoulder. She didn't know what to say to him. Was it appropriate to touch him?

"Oh No." She whispered. The feeling she felt from long ago when her husband had died, were overwhelming her and she didn't know what to do. The dust slowly rose into the sky with the smoke and ash. Katherine could see rubble and wreckage and ruin, all wet and still smoking, and there was no way her baby could have survived the blast. He jumped from the roof. The odds were lower than the ground. Katherine Bluebury threw back her head and screamed.

She was wrong. Juliet and Gnomeo were not dead yet. But they were trapped. Juliet was sure that the slab of marble they were crouched under like a tent, was keeping large boulders from crushing them. It could be a matter of seconds. It had taken a few moments for her to find where she was and learn she was not dead, and could move at least most of her body.

She turned to her love, who lay still.

"Gnomeo!" She shook him. He didn't respond, and blood trickled down the side of his head.

" . No. No. No. No. You will not die. You will not die." Saying it, made it more realistic.

She brushed his forehead, and her hand came back sticky and red.

"Oh God, No. Gnomeo! Do you hear me? Are you there? Say something please!" She was begging him.

When he didn't respond, she kissed his lips, her cheeks wet.

"Stay with me please."

Her hand was on his chest. As long as it kept rising and falling, somehow she would be alright.

"Please wake up."

"Juliet." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. It was hardly a whisper.

"Gnomeo?" She hardly dared breathe.

"God." He croaked. "You are so beautiful."

"Gnomeo." She breathed, as he reached his hand to the side of her face, brushing at her tears, that left tracks in the dirt on Juliet's face.

"Ah." He winced in pain.

Her heart dropped. "Just stay still. They'll find us soon." Juliet told him.

He nodded, and she kissed his nose gently.

"Juliet?" He whispered. Gnomeo's cheeks were turning gray.

"Yes?"

"If we don't make it out of here-"

"Don't say that." She told him firmly, feeling the tears again.

"I want you to know that..that I love you, forever, and I've never met anyone as wonderful as you, and I want to be with you, forever, and no matter what, and no matter where."

As he spoke, the words came out slower and weaker with each breath.

"I love you, Juliet Rose."

She heard the rattling in his chest, and squeezing his hand tighter, she nodded.

"I love you too. You're okay, we're going to be alright, darling. They have to find us. We survived the worst part." She was crying silently again. Her voice was weak with fright and fatigue.

His face turned grayer, and Juliet felt her heart drop lower.

"I love you" He coughed.

"Gnomeo, no."

Suddenly, the bright sunlight shone through, and Juliet squinted. She heard voices shouting,

"We've found them! Alive!" Whoops of joy went up from all directions.

An unfamiliar man offered his hand to her.

"Are you alright Miss?"

Juliet nodded although at that moment, she realized the extent of her own injuries, and grimaced.

"He needs help sir, we need a doctor, he's hurt!" She gestured to Gnomeo, whose hand she was still holding.

"Just move aside, and we'll get to him."

"No!" She cried. "I mean, I can't leave him, he's hurt. "

"Please Ma'am." He insisted.

"No! Don't take him from me! PLEASE!"

More men came and lifted her out of the wreckage. She tried to get away but they were outnumbering her.

Juliet was screaming now, as more people surrounded her. She saw them hoist Gnomeo up on their shoulders, shouting to one another. His face was gray, and hung limply from his shoulders.

No.

"GNOMEO!" She screamed and tried to run to him, but the crowd was too thick, and they pushed her the other way, farther from Gnomeo. Suddenly, she felt very sick and dizzy and the last thing she remembered was collapsing into Nanette's arms.

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