Or, more HA S TA K E N ME A recently, with a dance and a kiss at Castello Salimbeni, when my parents met for the first time. You could argue that my story began more than six hundred years ago, with a highway robbery in medieval Tuscany. Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre?. And so I died as I must, when my lines ran out, and fell back into the well of creation. This time, we would be together forever, Romeo and I, and our love would never again be suspended by dark centuries of banishment and death.
But I so wanted to believe that, this time around, it would not be the same old lamentable tragedy all over.
Being Juliet, I suppose I should have seen it coming. Some say I was gone for three minutes, some say four personally, I am beginning to think death is mostly a matter of opinion.
Juliet BY Anne Fortier My heart stopped, and I was not breathing-in the eyes of the world I was really dead.
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