Juliet studied English in school, she loved writing and how the words of authors and poets felt as she read them aloud. Each book she picked up illuminated more of the human condition and the subtleties of each single gesture made and every simple look given. What was said and left unsaid carried more than a million other words along with it.
And yet, one begins to wonder, what was it that attracted her so much to these fictional characters and fictional situations? Was it the ideas and the possibilities that they presented that attracted her to the written word? The ability to see and experience life through another person, a life different from her own? Or was it the suggestion, the possibility, of more? The captivation of the words, the furious passion behind every call to arms, the hopeless romanticism of one struck by cupid’s arrow. Did it truly exist outside of letters and words typed on paper? Was such complete possession of the spirit just limited to the imagination or did it transcend to the world she lived in?
Juliet knew all the people around her. They were all very intelligent people whom she willingly surrounded herself with. These were people different from her previous life, with different goal and different motives. They all knew what they wanted and were determined to get it. Juliet willingly put herself into conversations of their lives and their adventures, and she smiled and laughed along with them. Only there was always something present in all her conversations with these people. The one major connection that she had without a doubt with these people.
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