The final act. Your final dance. You’ve tasted your dream. Touched it! Only to have it crushed. Your heart is broken. Wounded! Your life force fading. The blood drips. The black swan stole your love! There is only one way to end the pain. You’re not fearful, but filled with acceptance! And you look down at Rothbart and then at the Prince. And then yes, and the audience.
And then you jump.