You tell me, Juliett!

BREVE INTRODUÇÃO: É a primeira vez que meu alter ego dá o ar da graça por aqui. Então, OOOIIIII! --- Bem, não esperem entretenimento (muito embora isso seja relativo, LOL) ou qualquer coisa que faça sentido (também relativo). Sigam, caso queiram acompanhar uma linha tênue que costura pontos aleatórios de minhas personas, de tempo em tempo. É um elemento que não existiria se não fosse por mim, construindo uma narrativa que não existiria se não fosse por "ele". :D

Juliett knew when her very own thoughts could not be trusted. That moment, when she pictured her five-year-old self flying – literally, flying – over the enormity of the Atlantic Ocean, she knew it was time to shake her head and take deep breaths.
“I know what it’s like, you know...”
Juliett rolled her eyes. “Gee, perfect timing, as always.”
“We’re not known for doing the right thing at the right time.”
“Whatever. I don’t need to be preached right now.”
“Hey! Don’t be so defensive. I didn’t come to preach.”
“Oh, practical mode today, are we?”, Juliett raised from her bed and walked to her open closet. To say it was messy would be putting it REAL mildly. “So, tell me. Why are they back?”
“You let them in, sweetie.”
She snarled. “Right. As always. Are the Winchester brothers on duty tomorrow?”
“Come on, Jules.”
“NO! YOU come on! YOU come FREAKIN’ ON!”, Juliett pulled a pair of jeans and threw it at her. “They’re all falling apart, right before my eyes! And my hands are freakin’ tied! I can’t do it anymore. Time is a bitch and today I was a major hypocrite. Seriously, take me back and tell Him I’m sorry.”, she got on her knees and started to weep. “I’m so, SO sorry!”
“He knows you are, sweetie.”
“Tell Him I can’t do it. Tell Him I don’t wanna screw up anymore.”
“Tell Him yourself.”
Jules looked up and sniffed as her eyes began to sting from the brief crying. “If... if that feeling, that ONE feeling... EVER... comes back... I don’t think I’ll be able to fight it this time. And I’m so scared...”
“Go on, do you want to hear Him? What would you like to hear Him say?”
“LOVE ME!”, she spat. “I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY IT! SAY YOU LOVE ME, DAMMIT! SAY IT!!! SAY IT!!”
“Yep. You have time, Jules. Plenty of time. I gotta go.”
She didn’t make a move. Her eyes kept staring deeply into the lightbulb of her lamp. “You’re gonna pick up the pieces, right?”
Her response came from a completely different-sounding source. “Always, little one. I’d rather not see you break into pieces, though. I love you so much. SO, so much.”
Juliett smiled despite herself. “I love You. Take me back?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Lead me on, then?”
“You can count on it.”
Eight rings later, Juliett picked up the phone.
“Hello?”, she answered groggily.
“Wake up, Jules! It’s the prettiest day I’ve seen in YEARS. Seriously! Take a look outside.”
“Ugh, why do you hate sleep?”, Juliett shook her head as she walked towards her window and opened it. It was indeed a beautiful morning. She half-smiled.
“Is your window open yet? Well, you can either sulk back into bed or live this day to the fullest.”
Julliet didn’t answer. She put she cordless back on its hook and quickly slipped out of her PJ’s. Now, she was either going back to sleep in the nude, or...
“It’s like ‘Sophie’s Choice’, isn’t it?”
She replied by turning on the shower. Water could wash out a lot.


Alter Ego "Juliett von Leer"
Diretamente da seção "Crazy is the New Sexy",
PAM