The view he saw when he entered the room, Romeo would never forget. The room was trashed, the bedsheets no longer soft and clean, and were bunched up at the end of the bed. One pillow was propped up against the headboard, the other slouched sadly in a dark corner. Dirty clothes were strewn across the floor like carcasses. The once beautiful sketches in the worn -out sketchbook were scribbled over with frantic lead, the pencil that was used was missing its end, which had rolled across the ruined pages. Romeo traveled with curious feet, to the only light in the whole room, which draining from the cold tile bathroom. The tall boy wished he never opened that door. There was Romeo's life, sunken in the marble bathtub. His cheeks had lost their color and life completely, his curly hair had lost their spring. Julian's body was a skeleton, supposedly 'skinny' jeans hanging off of his waist loosely. In the young man's arm was a needle, sucking his life away from his body.
"N-no... No, no, no, no!" Romeo's face contorted with agony, his heart shattering into a million pieces and stabbing his throat. Not allowing him to cry out, not allowing tears to trail down his face. Romeo crawled over to where Julian's lifeless body was lying, head lolled to the side, his eyelids cracked open and exposing the whites of his eyes. The tall boy pulled the spiteful needle from his boyfriend's arm, pulling his cold, breathless body from the bath. He checked his vital signs with shaking fingers, letting out a sob of relief when he found a faint, but still fluttering pulse.
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Romeo and Julian: The Modern Love Story
RomanceIt all started with a lovesick teen and a boy who wasn't who he truly said he was. Their curiosity for each other was sparked in a storybook beginning. But Julian has expectations to uphold, and care-free Romeo has nothing to lose; will this relati...
