𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌

the prologue

V E N U S C A D A L O R A

ACT i

chapter zero; the prologue

two households, both alike in
dignity, in fair verona, where we
lay our scene, from ancient grudge
break to new mutiny, where civil
blood makes civil hands unclean.
from forth the fatal loins of these
two foes a pair of star-cross'd lovers
take their life; whose
misadventured piteous overthrows
do with their death bury their
parents' strife. the fearful passage
of their death-mark'd love, and the
continuance of their parents' rage,
which, but their children's end,
nought could remove, is now the
two hours' traffic of our stage;
the which if you with patient ears
attend, what here shall miss, our toil
shall strive to mend.

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"venus cadalora."

i could barely keep my eyes open, but it was probably because i couldn't stand church. i've always been agnostic, but who would listen to me? i can't speak over my religion, especially in my household.

christ, the households.

the cadalora's and the solano's. both terribly religious, and both ever so similar, but if thy lays with another than thy gets their fucking head chopped off.

it didn't matter though, everyone here were all the same. bible thumpers. there were other people here that were my age and they didn't believe in a god for one, but we all have to keep our mouthes shut. being demolished from the house would result in banishment from all cadalora property. maybe that's why some of my friend now fuck with the Solano household.

church was horrible in general. the cadalora's sat on the right while solano's sat on the left. my mother would insist that the solano's were satanists because they were all left handed, but ironically enough, i was left handed myself. i'm sure i'm not a satanist.

i felt as though both houses were brainwashed, believed that the opposing house was evil, had some sort of off beat about the other. we were all human though, but this rivalry has made us tear and claw at the other.

"venus!" my mother harshly whispered once more as she smacked my arm with her fan. i already knew that she was angry for my lack of participation.

"sorry." i muttered, crossing my arms as the older woman turned away.

i always got a slap on my arm or wrist. i could never look around since it'd seem that i couldn't concentrate on mass, but i couldn't pay attention and that's why i always overthink my current situation. i barely ever looked at anyone at church, but i was too busy stuck in my thoughts, just like right now. for some odd reason, i was always forced to keep my head straight.

did thy feel guilt? thy did not because thy has listened to the same story over and over again.

it didn't make sense to me, how could someone attend church on a sunday morning and later deminish everything that they "had faith in" on a sunday night.

i could hear the choir begin to vocalize together as everyone began to rise from their seats. i anticipated to leave, so i could do more with my day rather than listening about jesus christ.