𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ʷᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸˣᵗʸˡᵉʳ

𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑽𝑰𝑰 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑰 (𝑇𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑟)

«Than the last four cold Decembers I recall
And I see my family every month...»

Tyler
3 May
Verona
H:23:07

He didn't tell me the truth.
You could see in her eyes that she was lying, plus she never could.

She thought she was the strong one, but in the end, I couldn't know anyone more fragile than her.

She was silently begging me to let her go, but my hold on her arm hadn't gone.

«Don't think about them» I wiped some of the tears that had scratched her cheeks.

We are not in a fairy tale, things do not happen magically. You are naive if you think that two like us can be together in freedom» his voice was not entirely believable, indeed, I would say for nothing.

«It was my fault. I fell in love with the wrong person» I took her face in my hands, meeting her dull gaze.

Her hair tied in a half-worn tail, a black sweatshirt that covered her hands, no polish.
He wasn't even wearing makeup anymore.

«Enough, I can't take it anymore. It hurts too much» I didn't know what he was talking about, but the only thing he did was hug me and keep sobbing.

I stroked her hair, resting my head on hers.

«I'm sorry» I whispered in her ear. She raised her face a little so she could look at me and raised an eyebrow.
«For what?» she asked confused.
«For failing to save you», she frowned.

«From what?» I left her a kiss on the forehead. «From yourself» I rested my forehead against his and I saw her close her eyes.

«I'm sorry. I've been too selfish and I haven't thought about you at all. You know how I feel about you and trust me, it's hard for me to make a decision» I pushed the bangs out of her eyes.

«It's just you and me», she whispered an inch from my face.
«Forever» I answered before resting my lips on his.

«I love you» smiles at his words, «I too» I replied.
«I am afraid» I looked at her sorry, «I know».
«I am afraid that someone can hurt you», he laid his head on my shoulder, wrapping my neck with his arms.

«Do you know what my father made me do yesterday?» I shook my head and heard her sigh.

«He taught me how to use a gun. I was afraid there too. I'm tired of pretending that I'm okay with it, that everything can slip on me» he explained in a broken voice.

«I imagine. Did you see what this war does?» he looked back at me and nodded slowly.

«It's been two months since I've had the same dream» he pulled away from me and approached an abandoned padlock on the ground a few meters from us.

She took it in her hands, twisting it between her fingers with a half smile.

«I dreamed of a lock like this, where our initials are engraved. And now I found it» he handed it to me and I looked at it with a smile.

«It was fate perhaps», he shrugged his shoulders. «It may be, who knows it», he replied, crossing his arms across his chest.

«You're right, I became what my father wanted. I'll change» I was surprised when he smiled at me, a real one.

«Wasn't that a smile?» I teased her under her threatening gaze.
«But you're a bit 'quiet» I grabbed her for life lifting her from the ground making her do a turn.

«It was a smile» I brought her down to earth smiling.
«All right, it was a smile,» she said, rolling her eyes.

«So now I'm your Juliet?» I stole a kiss from her and she smiled at me on the lips, «Finally» I answered, moving a lock of hair behind her ear.

«I have to go now,» she snorted childish.
«You have to go» I turned her around and looked back at me.
«I touch you», she raised an eyebrow, «And how?» I winked at her, «Secrets of the trade», and looked up at her.

«Okay. Then contact me with your carrier pigeon» I laughed just, «Beautiful this» shrugged and stared proudly.
«My jokes don't touch Lucifer» «I know Viperette well».

He left my hand and approached the exit.
«See you soon» he said before disappearing from my view.

I took the padlock with our initials and attached it to the railing with more force, making sure it wouldn't come off.

I stood, resting my elbows on the railing. I watched the Sun disappear on the horizon with a half smile.

In the end I had managed to make her change, to reason with her, to make her understand that she was the one who had to decide what to do with her destiny.

Suddenly a loud sound made me wince.
It sounded like a gunshot.

«Wednesday» I whispered running towards the exit.

«Dad?» he held the bleeding shoulder with the opposite hand.

«Tyler, out of here» a man was lying on the floor, almost dead.

«Dad!» I turned and saw Wednesday run to embrace the father, with tears in my eyes.

«What happened?» I exclaimed, making everyone turn to me.

«Addams does not end here» he took me by the arm, dragging me away from that square.

***

I didn't know how much time had passed since I had locked myself in my room, taking to write my diary.

I had one since mom died. The only useful advice my first psychology gave me.

I wrote down what was going on in my head, without a precise order.

I picked up the pen and smiles.
«I contact you Viperette, in a somewhat poetic way though».

You don't choose who to fall in love with.
Love chooses you, it just comes.
And it doesn't matter if it's the right time or not.
If he has a character opposite to yours, if he is twice your age or half. If he is the man of another or he lives on the other side of the world.
Whether it's the right one or the wrong one.
It doesn't matter.
Love comes like this.
He doesn't ask your permission.
He doesn't ask you anything.
He chooses you.
Point.
T.

Balcony of Juliet. Midnight

I gently tore off the page and put it in a white envelope, writing his name on it.

I immediately remember the scene I saw earlier and I shuddered.
Wednesday was fine and I was more than grateful.

My dad ended up in the hospital.
Nothing serious, but he still had a gunshot wound.

I looked out the window and sighed.
I imagined Wednesday doing the same and smiles, it would be nice to do the same thing at the same time.

One of my father's many men had sided with me, so he started to be a mailman and deliver the letters I wrote on Wednesday to his house.

I put my hands in my pockets and noticed there was a note.
Curious I opened it and read the contents.

My father wants to kill you and yours.
M.

I opened my eyes to amazement and didn't even ask myself how he had given me that piece of paper.
My father was hospitalized, no risk. Plus, one of our guys was standing outside his bedroom door, guarding the place.

Still, I didn't know why, I felt something bad was going to happen.