Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing

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Juliet's POV

I walked onto the stage, remembering all the guilt from just hours before. I put my heart into this dance. It may be the wrong thing, but I had to. I cried during the performance, trying to hide the tears with my hair. After I finished doing what I had to do to live, I walked off the stage, going to my dressing room. Diamond came up to me, and told me that I was requested for a personal dance. I had never done a personal dance before so I was a little reluctant, but I needed to feel something so I gave in, and changed into a different outfit. I walked back to the room, and gave myself a little prep talk, scared of what I was about to do. I was nervous, and afraid, knowing this was not the real me. Some girls here, they live for this, they were born to do this. They grew up wanting to do this. For me, however, this was a last resort. I needed the money, and Diamond had found me at the right time.

When I got to the room I was told to go to, I opened the door, and saw a figure looking out the window. He turned around, due to the creaking of the door. I was blown away when I saw curls and those green eyes.

Harry's POV

When she left me, I felt empty inside. I needed to feel a spark inside. So I went to the one place I knew was good. I knew the owner, Diamond, for she had been one of my flings before Juliet. I went to the abandoned building, right by the mall, except it was in a dark alley. I walked in, hearing men whooping. Must be some new girl, because as far as I knew, the other acts weren't that good. I went up to Diamond, and asked her for a private dance. She told me her best act was dancing right now, and then showed me the way to the room.

I walked to the room, feeling my walls come crashing down. I was desperate, resorting to some random girl I didn't even know for a spark I probably wouldn't even feel. I missed Juliet so much.

When I got there, I walked towards the window, running my hands through my hair. After a little while, I heard the door open, so that was my cue to turn around. I was met by brown hair and those brown eyes I loved so much. My mouth couldn't form any words until about 2 minutes into the stare.

"Juliet?" I said in disbelief.

"Hey Harry," she said, in shame. I felt bad... She had resorted to this.

"You're a stripper now?" I asked, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

"And you're resorting to random women?" She put her hand on her hip, cocking her head to the side. "Listen Harry."

"No, you listen, Juliet. I'm tired of this, pretending you don't care crap. You obviously still care. I can tell. By the way you blush, by the way you smile, the way your eyes light up, and by the way you melted into the kiss."