Scarlet Letter Monologue

“Rosa,” Aries groaned, “The bullet. The knife…”
“Aries, I’m so sorry! My poor beast, my poor prince! My friend! You have to stay alive, please! Faith and Aaron are dead,” Rosa cried, “I can’t bear to see anyone else die tonight. Especially not my best friend in all the world.”
“Rosa. You are not of Aeon…” he sighed, “You are a princess of Earth. Maybe this was what was really meant to be. I would have called down the stars and moon…I would have set you free if I could have, that first day on the beach…I would have…Our first day together you said you hated me…”
“Shut up,” she gritted, “Shut up! Don’t ever talk like that! You can’t die! I…I…”
“Rosa. Go back to the world of spring,” he insisted.
“NO!” she cried , burying her face against his
I was so stupid all this time, just like the witch said. I treated you so horribly,” Rosa started, “God damns me for this, but he shouldn’t have to take it all out on you! Please God! Mary! Jesus! Anyone who hears this! Let him stay! Please! I love you Aries…I love you more than life itself. Life is worthless without friends like you. I love you so much I would trade places with you now if I could! Put the bullet in my chest for goodness sake! Make me the beast! Save
I love you too. I remember,” he said faltering, “I remember what you said. God reunites those who love each other…in the sky…far away from all our problems…”
She looked up into the face a man, not a beast. It was a man with curly dark hair and shining green eyes. His lips were full and pink as roses petals, and his jaw hinted heavily at his body’s strength. He had gone so long without shaving, her poor Prince. Her poor prince that God saw fit to steal from her then.
Color bled into the world of white light. All around her, his loyal servants who attended to them even in spirit appeared in their finest clothes. The spires of Eden and the palace peaked out from a sky of blue and white clouds, and roses-pure white roses-filled the valley for miles and miles on end. Then, one by one, the apparitions faded away into the light of dawn. The cooks. The maids. The butlers. The noblemen. The noblewomen. The kings, and the queens. The last phantom to vanish into the light way Aries, who looked on at her in all his kingly splendor.
“Rosa! Rosa, where are you?” shouted a voice from afar.
Her father and the entirety of the police force it seemed, had borne witness to the scene. He rushed up to hold his daughter, who let herself be taken up by his