I loved him.
I promise you, I did.
With what little I had,
My virtue, my art, my music,
I loved him.
I could've sworn
He loved me too.

I thought we were getting married.
I thought that
Until I saw the note,
Heard his voice.
I would never see him again,
Not as any more than
An adoring follower
That had fallen by the wayside.

I've heard stories since then.
Scandals.
Things too awful to repeat.
I can't bear to think of him that way.
Worse, to think that I loved him,
But I didn't know him.
The man I loved would never do that.

So here I am,
A lonely musician.

But I killed myself.
They say it was because I loved him so deeply
And that I couldn't bear the rejection.
That's not true though.
I killed myself so that I could be reborn.
To be a new Sibyl,
Apart from the weight
Of my regrets.
I died so that I could live.

I am Sibyl Vane.
I could be any one of you.

But truly, I am ME.
And I'm alive,
I am free.