@blue_topaz
“Yeah,” I muttered, but my voice was weak and trembling.
“Yeah,” I muttered, but my voice was weak and trembling.
“What’s your favorite musical?” I changed the subject abruptly. Making Juliet feel better was my main goal. I knew how much she loved the subject.
I closed my eyes again, but when I opened them again, my vision was blurred by tears. “Goddammit…” I muttered, wiping them hurriedly away.
“Probably…. I like The Phantom of the Opera.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve never heard of it.” I refused to let go of Juliet, blinking away my own tears at the moment.
“It’s… sort of like every French story ever. Deformed man falls in love with beautiful woman,” I attempted to joke, voice rough.
“Does that count count for us? If you want to saw off my cast I can show you the bronze that broke through my skin.” I joked, weakly grinning at her. “It’s super nasty.”
“We’re Italian, Romeo.”
I didn’t even have the energy to call him an idiot…
“But, ah, I think I’ll pass. And you’ll get over me soon enough.”
“You’re just saying that so you’ll feel less guilty about this.” I snorted, squeezing Juliet’s hand lightly. “Do I need to list everything about how perfect you are again?”
I flinched, shaking my head quickly. “Please don’t. We both know it’s not true.”
“We both know you’re denying that it’s true.” I replied quietly, but obeyed her wish for me to avoid the list. “Do you know what time it is?”
I slid my phone from my sweater pocket and checked the time, the sudden light making my eyes sting. “It’s around three….”
I squinted at the light. “Another hour. You should get some rest, Juliet. We have a long day ahead.” I sighed, preparing to lie back down.
I averted my eyes from both him and the harsh light, sighing slowly. “You can sleep. I’ll stay up. Keep watch…”
“No way. You stay up, I stay up. A whole hour of me talking.” I squeezed her hand again. “Rest for once, Juliet.”
“No.” I pulled my hand away and slipped it into my sweater pocket. “Not after that dream. Don’t argue. Just sleep. Please.”
The way she just said please drove me crazy. “Juliet…” I protested weakly, feeling my heart race in my chest.
“Please,” I repeated, almost begging now. “I just want to be alone with my thoughts. This whole situation is confusing enough.”
“Alright…” I mumbled in defeated, sighing. It took me a few minutes to lie down and get comfortable again due to my arm. But eventually I had settled back down, my back pressed against Juliet’s leg to ensure she was still there. I closed my eyes, trying my best to fall back to sleep.
This was my new reality now. Spilling my innermost feelings and fears to Romeo Montague. To the person I’d have to kill one day.
Amd I thought my life was fucked yo before….-
(Frick it won’t let me edit my typos)
The silence bothered me. I wanted Juliet in my arms again. Sleeping like that had felt safe… It felt right. I couldn’t fall back to sleep so I just laid there.
((Lmao it’s okay))
(Should we skip?)
(Sure!)
As soon as I’d arrived at the school, I had broken in through the English class window that never locked properly and rushed to the bathroom, where I’d spent an hour fixing myself up. Strangely, I felt much calmer after the ordeal with Romeo, much more at peace…. In the end, I resolved not to think about him as much as as possible.
I missed Juliet from the moment I woke up alone. I got myself ready slowly, unwilling to go back to Juliet ignoring me all day. It was frustrating, but I also couldn’t get her into deeper trouble with her family. I dragged myself to school, chewing my lip anxiously.
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