“O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven.”
(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.26-28)
As I rushed down the garden steps towards Benito and Mackezio the weight on my chest seemed to lift as I told myself over and over again in my head, she loves me, she loves me, Juliette loves me! I was so happy I was sure that if I jumped off a building I could fly. I would fly high above the town, swoop down and grab Juliette off her balcony and fly away from Verona. She would smile up at me and then she would laugh, and her face would be so beautiful that I would lean down and-
“Lover Boy, hello?” Mackezio rapped smartly on my skull, “Is anybody home?”
“What?” I asked indignantly. “I was thinking!” About Juliette.
Benito laughed outright. “We must have said your name fourteen times!”
Mackezio smirked, “What were you doing up in that garden anyway? I heard voices. Was someone from school up there?”
I leaned towards my two best friends. “I have to tell you something.”
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The Divided Rose
Teen FictionA modernized retelling of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, set in an alternate universe where Verona is split down the center by a stone wall separating males from females. Because to love is to destroy, and the city couldn't take any more de...
