𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭.

"𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞."

the beauteous ramona turned away, her hand laying limply at her side, her raven black hair swaying like the vines of the sycamore tree. juliet was left alone to slip into sorrow's arms before she could even whisper, "ramona, please don't go."

{trigger warning~ deals with heavy topics such as: alcoholism, abuse, murder, rape, death and psychopathic behaviour. should also be avoided if the reader is sensitive to gore. in no way does this story romanticise any of the above- the personalities of the characters I have chosen were selected to fit the plot that I've been working really hard on for a year and it should just be seen as fiction. viewer discretion is advised and if you or anyone you know is suffering with any of the things which were previously mentioned, please seek professional help ♡}