Who Needs Romeo?

Chapter One

Chapter One

Juliet's P.O.V

Just because my name is Juliet, my birthday is February 14th, Valentines day, my middle name is Cupid, and my last name is seriously Valentine does not mean I'm romantic. I'm actually the opposite. Because I know the truth. Most people can't stand to admit it or simply don't realize it but the answer to life is right in front of our faces. Love isn't real. It's like Santa Claus, you usually stop believing it as you grow older. However there are those few people who never give up hope. Fools. Call me cynical but I just don't understand how people fall into the Hallmark trap of love. I think instead of Valentines Day we should celebrate National Puppy Day. Instead of buying a candy heart for the person you "love" you buy a puppy for yourself... Quoting Charles M, Shultz, "love is a warm puppy, Charlie Brown," I honestly can't understand what the big deal about loving another human being is anyways. Buy a puppy, love it, and feed it. It's as simple as that. Besides who needs a Romeo?

Romeo's P.O.V

I Romeo Darcy Love, hate life. I should just end it now. But I can't I'm to much of a coward. A voice in my head called me a chicken but I knew deep inside this wasn't my time to go. Neither were the last 12 times I have attempted suicide. I had nothing left to live for so why couldn't i do this? Oh right, because I'm a worthless, spineless coward. I hate myself. I hate the whole world. Everyone deserves to die especially me. These are the thoughts running through my head while I do the whole world a favor and jump off the top of the skyscraper I live in. Well lived in. Since you know I was going to die. I wonder if there are Heaven and Hell? Where will I go next? Hopefully somewhere with out love. So probably Hell.