The enigma of a man so overwhelmingly powerful was just preposterous, but in the eyes of Juliet it was amazingly imposing. She knew by a touch ever so light she would be intoxicated by sweet words and seductive whispers firmly placed in her tender ears, Juliet was intoxicated and she was aware, her body was fully stocked with her luscious drug called Romeo, she was an addict and she loved it.
Juliet Capulet was utterly, entirely, completely in love with Romeo Montague.
"Nurse! Nurse!" Her smooth voice echoed through the broad halls layered with enlightening rays of daylight peeking through the silk curtains as the three nurses were quickly emerged.
"What is it?" They worryingly questioned altogether.
"I-" Juliet begins in excitement as a blood spattered Tybalt barges into the bright hall
"Leave." He spits at the three nurses who surprise him by leaving immediately.
"Thou cannot wed that pitiful piece of human flesh called Romeo, I believe." Tybalt adds.
"I am absolutely sure that I have the desire to wed!" Juliet directly managed to beam.
"How could thou consider thinking about that, when his love is as good as death!" Tybalt shouted, almost as if his ears let out steam.
"Not dare to speak of him, if thou haven't even lived in the definition of love!" Says Juliet in utter defense, not speaking out of common sense.
"I do not have to live by love, to reckon what my ears have caught!" Tybalt announced.
"What could thou have possibly heard, apart from the chirping of a bird?" Juliet deadpanned.
And so Tybalt told her the entire plotted plan of her future man.
Tears threatened to expose themselves in the corners of Juliet's light brown glossy eyes, just as her future husband barges inside.
A sword was held in his hand, looking at Tybalt like this was all planned. "Tybalt." Romeo greeted with his flesh toring sword.
"Speaking of the poor scamp." Tybalt bickered as an astonished Juliet was overcoming what she Tybalt has just said.
"I revenge thou for Mercutio's death." Romeo announced, directing the point of the ender of the massacre toward the last selected target needing to be eliminated.
"What?!" Juliet exhales in shock, unable to further talk.
"What shall I say," Tybalt said as he pursed his lips together, "Right, the sight of his blood felt like summer starting in may." He smirked, pulling out his own weapon not knowing mercy as our fair lady could now faint at any possible moment.
Swords collided once more as an egregious scream left the throat of Juliet as one of the nurses passed by, running over as she firmly tries pulling her away of the sight.
Blood was once again shed as a bad looking wound was made on Romeo's arm, until the roles switched and Romeo stabbed into Tybalt's chest, making him spat up a bundle of dark red blood, eyes turning upward exposing white, draining out all the life.
"No!" Juliet screamed with another waterfall streaming down her cheeks as now the three nurses pull her away with all of their strength, leaving Romeo due his victory in defeat.
Not only did Romeo lost Mercutio's live and took Tybalt's, he also faced the facet of losing the trust and forgiveness of Juliet by creating a literal bloody mess.
Juliet her feelings were an unsolved riddle, seeking for an answer yet not finding one. Having a controversial debate of what she feels, what she desires and yearns for. She was completely tore, considering the amount of forgiveness left not buried under the floor.
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Romeo & Juliet
Short Story'She looked like a white rose, Who first sensed the rays of light Fed by the drops of water from dawn night; That bloomed to its finest point In the purest form ever told, A delight for the sight And aching for the soul With a heart worth more than...
