Dear Juliet

I'm sorry there's not much right now, I'm trying to work on it..! Eighteen years of horror had left him nothing but tears. So many that the river cast back a face he did not recognize. He would weep, cry, and beg for his reflection to answer. Surely, his wish would be granted, as long as he keep on begging. Surely, she would respond; his wish would be granted. Surely he can finally vanish as she stepped out to become ######.