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…