Delirious

Romeo and Juliet

Sorry my writing 'skills' are just getting worse and worse. But I am still writing, just worse then usual. But anyway, even though its more sucky then usual, here is Romeo and Juliet.

" You're my everything," I breathed, biting the side of my mouth nervously. I could taste a hint of iron as I bit too hard, blood trickling into my mouth. But I was numb to any of the pain, I was frozen, stuck as I melted into his green eyes. I couldn't help but laugh slightly as a thought crossed my mind, "You're my Romeo"
I looked back at him, still smiling as I searched his expression. I had hoped to see amusement, or some sort of sign of love. But all he gave me was a blank stare and my smile slowly faded away as he let out a defeated sigh, sagging his shoulders. I felt my heart beat start to increase and nervousness build in my stomach as he remained silent. Did he not feel the same way? Did I say something wrong? My hands started to clam up as I struggled to breathe. How could he not feel at least somewhat similar? We had been dating for so many years now. It was like my heart was being strangled, smothered by my sudden fear.
Say something! My mind screamed at him. I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from yelling it right in his face. He would probably say something and calm me down, he always did. I was just an over dramatic person that's it, of course he loved me, he said it countless times before. But I knew, this wasn't for dramatic effects, that I loved him with all my heart. I had given up everything for him, given away my chance at my dream college, just to he with him. I had missed so many important things in my families lives, just to comfort him when his parents passed away. I gave my life for him, of course I loved him. But as he sat there, expressionless, I had a seed of doubt that he didn't feel the same. And him waiting here..in front of me.. I realized how much I needed to be here him. Sure I always helped him, I was always there for him, but he helped me every single time we saw each other. It was like he was medicine for my pain filled life. I loved him.
He flashed me a grim and sympathetic smile. My eyes started to burn slightly, because I didn't even dare blink, in case I missed something. He breathed in deeply and relief flooded through me as I realized he was about to talk. I was praying he would say he loved me too, that the eight years of my life I gave to him were not for a wasted relationship. I nodded ever so slightly, encouraging him to say what he needed to say.
"But you're not my Juliet"