That same evening, Romeo found himself yearning for more of her addicting milky skin, astonishing velvet strands of hair, illuminating eyes and inevitable plump rosy pink lips.
By which he left his closest associates and crossed the iron gates.
He never intended falling into the outstanding well of creating a restless lust of ambition for the enigma of female ubiquity, neither building a craving for the benevolence of a single touch of fingertips ever so lightly, or passionate kisses pressed against his lips so slightly. He knew exactly who the fair maiden was, and she could make his entire world pause.
On the other side of the iron gates, situated Juliet Capulet, seeking for her lost lone seducer.
She never intended creating an unstoppable burning ache of eagerness toward a man whose name is a mystery unsolved and face is forever mounted in her memory. She never thought about sharing an intensity with an individual whose family was their enmity yet Juliet did not discover that.
Her fingertips trailed over the white pure stone railing of her balcony, staring up above at the golden sparkles filled darkness, imagining and guessing what could be lurking in the dark. Interpreting her fanciful non-existing future shared with the person who left Juliet a colossal mental mark.
"I may talk to myself, visioning your plain face, I swear I am not crazed but thy moves left me dazed." Juliet spoke up to the moon being the only light reflecting in her eyes.
Romeo wandered through the endless garden, where wet skies harden as his feet take steps closer to his destination with a fixed blaze, feeling like he'd been walking this maze for days. Once Romeo jumped over some bushes standing in his way, he spotted the woman named Juliet, resting her elbows on her balcony, eyes stuck on the deep dark sky.
A smile crept on his face, as half his body rested against a hedge making him lose his balance and invading the silence.
Juliet's head snapped up in his direction, fully noticing the received attention. "Who art thou?" She spoke aloud.
Romeo looked up, smiling sincere as making a gentle bow, seeing her raise her brow. "Romeo Montague, my fair lady Capulet." He introduced, even though the have met and shared intimate signs of affection just moments ago.
Her expression changed drastically, out of recognition, now she looked marvel, like she had found her favourite novel.
"Romeo thou say?" Juliet asked, biting her under lip.
"The man who stole your sin, still not regretted may I say." Romeo spoke, half smirking.
Juliet's cheek turned rosy red, as she fiddled with the hem of her clothing. "The man full of sins, I supposed you should mostly pray." Juliet teasingly said.
"Then shall I pray together with thou, or create another unholy sin?" Romeo proposed, uneasy staying the same spot any longer.
"Yet the night is so thin." Juliet answered.
"My lady!" A shout came from behind the wall, creating the both of them to snap out of their trance, knowing they lost their chance.
"Romeo Montague, as much as I desire for thy company, perhaps it is smarter if tomorrow I should thou accompany?" Juliet said as the shouts from three impatience nurses echoed throughout the entire house.
"My love, tomorrow, I can wait no longer." He exclaimed with a broad smile.
"Then thou should stay, till then, a little stronger!" Juliet shouted in enthusiasm, blushing and feeling herself all bubbly and heat up.
"I will, oh, my love how I will." Romeo mumbled to himself before hiding again in the shelf.
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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...
