Numerous days have passed, ever since Romeo encountered the stringent blast. Due the horrific past event, it was not powerful enough to withdraw the pleasant appearance of displaying his spared head as he reappeared each particular day on the aisle of where he was supposed to wed.
Each day he awaited on the same position, clinging onto the shreds of hope left that one day, if he just waited a little longer, or loved a little more, that his limelight would return and heal his aching heart so sore.
This was not a storm into a glass of water, this were two beautiful hearts brought to slaughter.
Friar Laurence accompanied the shady boy, sharing encouraging speeches to edify the drained joy, either listening to his repeating confessions of sins, to soothe both skins.
"Romeo, my son, thou stand here every day, weeping and moping over your lost love, may I advise to preferably let go of-" The friar wrapped in chocolate brown began, getting interrupted by the crippled man.
"Do not dare call her holy name." Romeo warned, as he mourned.
The friar scowled and crossed his arms in serve of God's will, mumbling nonsense under his shaky elder breath. "If myself cannot call her name, then what shall I call thy desired flame?" He questioned.
"You cannot call it love, because love isn't it.
It is not passion nor affliction or attraction.
It is not filled with only amor not without
It is far beyond that;
and beyond that is where thou find the meaning of my Juliet." The blonde haired hopeless romantic declared, orbs litting up at the sweet nothings they once had, on the very edge of tears not being shed.
They certify that certain feelings cannot be development under pressure or forced due sudden attempts, they also clarify that they come 'natural', but with our dearest Romeo, it was more like a wild mighty stallion ran over him with full force with the burning feeling called love. It was truly overpowering, defeating, uncontrollable, but mostly intense. It ran though out his veins, pestering him yet making him feel like the most authoritative man standing on planet earth, he fed himself on the sensation called love and it grew in every direction, seeping through every tiny gap and in the end filling his entire body. His heart was marked with the name of Juliet Capulet that he could not resist no more, beating for only her and her dazing orbs.
Romeo Montague was utterly, entirely, completely in love with Juliet Capulet.
"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 the world in sparkling gold
That gets every man immediately sold.
Her touch feels like a thousand butterflies
Flying up the open sky;
Through the clouds and against the wind
Spreading their most colorful wings,
Painting the morning colors of the breezing wind." The melancholy boy continued, gazing at the ring, intended for the queen to his king.
"He looked like dawn light," A soft, ever sweetening voice said from under the arch.
"Radiating ever so bright
That touches clouds everlastingly light;
Parching them at neatly height
Rising when the moon dies
Yet dying each day to let her live
Not ever wanting to be the one to deny it,
Neither wanting to deprive it-" Hopeful eyes flashed to her side, gazing at her appearance no longer needing to hide, capturing her blazing eyes. Even friar Laurence fluently smiles.
"Please, stop and speak no more-" Romeo started but got cut off half sentence by the same woman who got interrupted herself.
"I came here to raise my voice, therefore-" Again she gets interrupted, by the male who took her heart and left a hole disrupted.
"Did thou read my letter?" He impatiently asks, staring right into her sparkling eyes.
Juliet nods, holding the paper in her small palm, fiddling it between her slim fingers, where Romeo imagined his ring would fit perfect with her milky skin.
It took nothing more than mere second of sharing half a smile and glossy eyes, to bring the two lovebirds back alive. "Never have I seen true beauty till this night." Romeo acknowledged, studying her marvelous facade.
"Never have I felt true love till this night." Juliet responded, coming closer with each words crossing her lips, until their hands collided with their feet nailed onto the aisle, facing friar Laurence to give them God's approval.
And so they spoke the oath and bonded, exchanging the rings and finally they both found their queen or king.
This story did not contain many laughter but at least we can seal it with happily ever after.
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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...
