Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing

Juliet?

Juliet's POV

As I walked in, I realized it was very crowded. I cursed at the ceiling, quickly remembering I hadn't bothered to get ready. Why bother? I was heartbroken. I was tired. And I had no energy. I wanted to stay home, and cry to myself, like every other day. So why would I put on my makeup and do my hair? Harry wasn't here to see, so who I was I to impress?

I was finally to the beginning of the line, so I ordered what she wanted, and even ordered something for myself. As I was walked to where the pickup was, I looked down, trying to hide my hideous face, but came to see a pair of boots, his pair of boots, a couple tables away. I quickly turned around, and bit my lip, once again, cursing fate. Seriously?

They called my name, and I literally froze. Juliet wasn't a common name now a days. He would hear, and recognize me. I walked to the counter, hiding my face in my coat, grabbed my coffee and turned around, ready to get the hell out of here. But I realized he had left his booth, so I scurried over, and ate my muffin. He had left, and I had avoided him. Good job, Juliet.

Ah, I spoke too soon. He sat down right in front of me, too busy scribbling down in a notebook to notice I was there. I froze, afraid he would see me, and my cover would be blown. So I sat, not making a move; mouth wide open, eyes like a deer in headlights. I noticed a tear fall down onto his paper; he was crying. My heart broke, because I realized, I was most likely the reason. I had made a small whimper, and not realized it. The only reason I knew I had, was because his head snapped up, and his lips parted.

We must've stayed like that for about 10 minutes, before one of us broke the silence.

"Juliet?"

Harry's POV

I went to the bathroom, after I had heard her name called out. It wasn't her, I knew it wasn't, but hearing that name made my heart break. I had come here, hoping to somewhat get over her, but I had no hopes. Because some Juliet had to come and remind me of the thing I had lost.

After dabbing at my eyes, I called Zayn, my best friend. He's been helping me deal with this whole Juliet thing. I don't know what I would do without him.

He picked up on the third ring, as I stared at myself in the mirror. Eyes bloodshot, curls a mess, dark circles under my eyes.

"Hello?" His deep voice.

"Zayn, I can't do this. I can't go on without her. Every little thing reminds me of her. I love her Zayn, I still do. I can't get over her." I broke down, reality hitting me hard.

These past few days, I've been kind of in shock. Just moping around and trying to cope. But as I'm out in the real world, I realize she's really gone. There's no getting her back. It's obvious she doesn't want me anymore, as she hasn't responded to any of my letters or text. She hasn't even called.

After talking on the phone with Zayn for quite some time, I walked back to my booth, my journal in hand. I was flipping through some recent poems I had written for her, deciding which one to send her today. I don't care if she doesn't respond, I'll send her a letter everyday. I sat down, and finished a poem I had been working on. Reading all my feelings, I kept picturing her, the night before she left.

We were lying down in our room, on the bed, watching TV. Everything had seemed okay, until she got up to go to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, I walked to the loo, and opened the door, to be met with a sobbing Juliet. The image had broken my heart. It made me shed a few tears.

I heard a whimper, which triggered my head snapping up, to be met with her. The one who had left me without an explanation. Her eyes were red, and she also had dark circles under her eyes, and I noticed she had no makeup on. Even with all of that, she still looked beautiful.

We must've stayed like that for 10 minutes, before I dared to break the silence, my voice cracking as I spoke.

"Juliet?"