( I thought I knew how Juliet would feel. She wouldn't go back to her old life, not really. She wouldn't ever have moved on, I was sure of that. Even if she'd lived until she was old and gray, every time she closed her eyes, it would have been Romeo's face she saw behind her lids. She would have accepted that, eventually. Maybe she would have tried to settle into the leftover scraps of life left behind. Maybe that would have been as close to happiness as she could get. )
