I'm free. It feels so good, you know. It feels so right, like your laugh, like the chocolate you gave me. I'm wrapped in the wind and the sun and the sky is blue, no more princess in the tower. I know you went to the police, you see. Thank you so much for that, too. I never wanted you to keep that one promise I made you do. But now it doesn't matter -it was too late anyway. But don't worry it's okay now: I'm free.

You once told me you hated sad endings. Well be glad, because you were right: this is no sad ending. I'm flying and I'm free, there's nothing but sky around me. It doesn't matter how, I think; but you'll want to know, so I will tell the wind. Soon I won't be able to tell anyone, so listen carefully to the whispers it will bring. I'm so glad to be free, you see; but still I got a bitter taste lying under my tongue. I've loved you, Romeo, like chocolate and crazy songs. But it was the songbird that sang, somewhere in a tree nearby, and you were wrong you see, to believe there were larks. It was the warning we ignored, and now I'm free and it feels right, but I'm bitter because you aren't there with me to be glad, and to smile with those dimples of yours because I'm free. I've loved you, Romeo, like chocolate and crazy songs.

Though it doesn't feel right anymore. You see, I knew it at the very moment, that it would hurt -the landing. But hurt is nothing compared to what I feel right now. My head is spinning, I'm so dizzy. The sun is sparkling all around, feels like someone has spread glitter glue on my eyes. It aches like hell, you see, the moment your body hits the ground. I feel I've got fire in my veins, water in my lungs and wind howling inside my skull. My fingertips are as cold as ice. I can hear it very well now -the noise of cracking, breaking bones. Sure it hurts like hell, the moment the body hits the ground. But I was never one to complain, and I'm free now, as I've whispered to the wind. I'm free, you see. I'm glad I could get free, this is the end, this is my happy end. There is no air in my throat, my chest is heavy, I'm sleepy. I can feel the flesh under my skin,  slowly turning to stone. Sure it hurts like hell, the moment your body hits the ground. But I think about you and it's not so bad. Was I ever your Juliet? I was never a princess in this tower, nor were you some kind of  handsome thief, because I don't believe in fairy tales anymore. But Juliet -Juliet, that was it. I wish I've had been your Juliet boy, I wish you've loved me like vanilla fudge with hazel crisps.

I've loved you, Romeo,

Like chocolate and crazy songs.

Simeon.