While visiting Verona, Italy, with her best friend, Jenny, a young woman named Ali Hall visits a wall where the heartbroken leave notes to Shakespeare's tragic heroine, Juliet Capulet. Finding one such letter from 1930, Ali decides to write to its n...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, Ali, Nate and Claire searched an apartment complex for the next Lorenzo. Claire knocked on the door, then stepped back. The group stood there in silence until a motorcycle was heard.
"Are you looking for Lorenzo Bartolini?" The man asked, lifting his helmet off his head.
"Yes, do you know where he is?" Nate asked as hestepped forward
The man gestured for the group to follow him as he slipped his helmet back on. Ali, Nate and Claire got in the car, and Nate followed the man towards the end of the street, which lead to tall brick wall.
It was none other than a cemetery. Ali felt absolutely horrible. She felt all hope had simply been abandoned. As the car came to a stop, Claire got out and walked up the steps.
Ali watched as Claire stood in the cemetery, staring at the headstone with her true love's name written on it, with a shattered heart.
"This is what I feared most." Nate said, glancing at Jordan
"Nate, we don't even know if it's him." Ali said
"I hope it's not. I hope it's not. Either way, we're finished. We're done." Nate said as he turned to walk away.
"No! Not here." Ali said.
"Well, when do we stop? Over the next hill, or the next? Scour the whole country?" Nate questioned. Ali tried to protest, but Nate cut her off by saying, "No, no. It ends here."
"There are other Lorenzo's not too far from here." Ali said
"It's not the ending you want, is it? This isn't just a clever story with a clever ending! This is my life! It's my gran's life!" Nate said
"Nate, it's not about a story." Ali said, tears threatening to spill
"She's already lost the man once. How many more times will you have her lose him?" Nate asked. "You know what, I don't expect you to understand any of this because you don't know a thing about real loss!"
Ali turned to walk away, as she wrapped her arms around her body. When she reached the entrance of the cemetery, she collapsed against the wall. She let her silent tears fall. She told Nate what happened to her mother, or was he not listening? She just wanted her mother. She wanted her advice on what to do.
"You're wrong." Claire said making Nate look at her. "Ali's mother died when she was a little girl."
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In Ali and Jenny's hotel room, a freshly showered Ali, sat at the vanity, wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair, when a gentle knock at resonated on the door.
"Come in." Ali said, placing the brush in her lap. The door opened to reveal Claire, a gentle smile on her face, and a gentle look in her gentle blue eyes. "Hi." the blonde softly spoke
Claire sat down on the bed. "I just wanted to see if you were all right."
"I'm okay." Ali said, tears falling from her hazel eyes. "Claire, I'm so sorry if I caused you-"
"No. Every minute has been so special." Claire said sincerely, and Ali nodded, finally letting the silent tears continue to fall.
"Oh, darling." Claire said, as she reached over to wipe the tears that fell down Ali's cheeks.
"I'm okay." Ali smiled through tears. "I just miss her, you know? I miss her so much. She always told me love has no expiration date."
"She sounds like she was a very wise woman." Claire smiled
"She was the best." Ali smiled softly as her tears fell and she clutched the locket.
"May I?" Claire asked as she gently took the hair brush from Ali's hands and stood up
"Sure." Ali whispered as she wiped her tears
As Claire began to gently brush Ali's blonde hair, the blonde felt her eyes get heavy. She hadn't had her hair brushed by a mother figure in so long.
Flashback New York, New York; 1976
6-year-old Ali sat at her vanity as Freya brushed her damp blonde hair, as Ali's music box played the gentle tune of Castle in the Sky
"I love it when you brush my hair momma." Ali smiled as Lisa gently brushed her hair
"Well, as long as I'm alive, and you still want me to, I'll always brush your hair." Freya smiled as she brushed her daughter's beautiful blonde hair.
"You promise me you'll never leave me mommy?" Ali said, glancing at her mother through the mirror
"I promise my beautiful girl. I promise"
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"She promised she would never leave me." Ali said, wiping her tears. "There's no rhyme or reason."
"I'm so sorry my darling." Claire said softly. "One of the greatest joys in life is having one's hair brushed."
