1984 Alternate Ending Essay

“I betrayed you,” Julia said baldly in the Chestnut Café, “or so you think I did.”
“Yes, you betrayed me, didn’t you?” Winston said.
She gave him a quick look, a look that was still beautiful in Winston’s eyes.
“When we were captured, I was brought to a judge. The judge asked me to tell him the truth about what was happening between us.” Julia said.
“So, did you?” Winston interrupted with suspicion of Julia not loving him anymore. He was expecting her to tell him directly, and could not be patient enough for a story.
“Just listen. When he asked me the question, he also told me that I would be given Inner Party positions within the Party,” Julia spoke with a soft voice, “if I spoke the truth.”
Winston’s heart started to rush. Regardless of

whether Julia did or did not love him anymore, the reveal of Julia’s true feelings was about to happen. Resisting the urge to interrupt Julia again to tell her to be direct, he softly let out a sigh.
“So I had two options: To tell him, or to not tell him.

You may not believe me, because I certainly did not know that you would be this important in my life, but I chose the latter. I was going to be separated from you if I spoke the truth and vaporized if not. A world without you is death, worse than any pain or torture the world could give me.” Julia said.
Winston did not speak. Rather, he could not speak. He was

astonished.
“However,” Julia stated, “that came with a big cost. I was tortured and mocked physically and sexually. But the only thing I could think of, the only person I truly wanted to see, was you. I was desperate to see you. After being physically tortured, I was sent to talk to one of the highest Inner Party members. Here is the good part: fortunately, he knew what ‘the truth’ was, and was against the Party. He knew that you and I were rebellious by watching us on telescreens. Yes, creepy – but whatever. After that, he released me, but he told me to remember one thing: I was supposed to be vaporized, since I committed crimes against the party and did not say a single word about it.”
“Wait, then how are you here?

Unfortunately, I thought you did not love me anymore, and that is why I told them to torture you, instead of me. How petty of myself,” Winston spoke with regret, “I am sorry, Julia.”
“Shh,” Julia shushed him.
“Why?” Winston asked. He could not resist holding back any more questions.
“I am not Julia,” The dark-haired girl – who was previously named Julia – stated, “I am prole #031985, Sophia Churchill. And you, sir, are prole #041984, Franklin Truman.”
“Franklin Truman… Sophia Churchill… it’s going to take me some time to get used to those names.” The man who was previously Winston – Franklin – stated to Sophia.:
“No more pain… we’re free!” Sophia stated.
“Absolutely,” Franklin replied, “Sophia, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Sophia replied.
“Sophia, I don’t think I can live without you. Make me the happiest guy in the world. Will you marry me?” Franklin said to Sophia, nervous and

excited.
“Franklin! Of course!” Sophia told Franklin.
Franklin and Sophia smiled at each other, blushing as their hearts started to beat rapidly. They walked out of the café and directed themselves to the area with the proles. Even though they were not Party members anymore, they could not be happier. They were free with each other, and that was all they needed. Franklin reached for Sophia’s left hand and grabbed it firmly. Suddenly, he turned to Sophia, looked at her in the eyes, and gave her a soft kiss on her cherry red lips. Sophia grabbed him by his shoulders and gave a kiss back to him. It was the same things they were doing when they were Party members, but without the worries of anyone watching. Franklin and Sophia thought to themselves: “BIG BROTHER IS NOT WATCHING US.”