Death.

It says that I had disappeared after the death of my Romeo, but the truth is that they found my body next to his; cold, pale, and lifeless. My heartbeat ceased to be, and my breaths left my body. I was glad to be by his side when I died; I’d rather be nowhere else at that moment. But, to see him die…was the most cruel thing that God could ever make people witness. The death of their loved ones; seeing their bodies go limp, and their eyes become bleak. It was difficult to just reach for Romeo’s dagger, and stab myself in the chest. The hurt from his death, was just that greatly painful. I loved – and still do love – him with all my heart. When Friar Lawrence told me what happened, how my Romeo had died, I felt so distant and detatched. I did not want to be there, on that land anymore. I didn’t want to be alive while Romeo was dead on the ground in front of me. Friar Lawrence left and I proceeded to kill myself with Romeo’s shiny dagger; that dagger soon became red with the blood in my breast. The last images I saw before all the life fled from my body was Friar Lawrence and other blurry bodily-looking figures rushing into the room. I assume that it was my parents and the Prince, but I cannot be sure…

How Can I Not Love You?

Romeo and I, we're not meant to be together. But how can I not love him? I really hadn't concerned myself with love before I met him. When we had met, it was as if love at first sight had occurred. That look of admiration in his deep brown eyes while he peered at me, or the way his somewhat rough-skinned hand brushed against mine as he took my hand in his, was truly overwhelming. Romeo is a Montague, and I am a Capulet. The two families are and always will be enemies; almost nothing could ever change their views of one another. Therefore, Romeo and I can never be together publicly. I had felt like crying when I discovered Romeo is a Montague. He is more than just my love; he is my best friend, my husband, my lover, my one and only soul mate. That is why I must keep my relationship with him a secret from my family and his. Our families would not understand at all. Tybalt has already seen and mentioned him to my father at our ball, and that is what’s setting everything else off. Tybalt wants to murder Romeo; he wants to kill every living Montague at any cost. But I will not let him touch my Romeo. I would rather die by Tybalt’s sword, than to have Romeo die at all.