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Romeo and Juliet

Alternativ ending til Shakespeares Romeo and Juliet.

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My throat was sore and longing for water, but I kept running. I ran as fast as I could. I wanted to be the first one to see her when she woke up. Although, I had no choice. She needed me, because she had no one else to wait for her, everybody thought she was dead.


Before i knew it, I was standing outside the ravishing palace of a church. I walked slowly over to the door, to put in mind what was waiting for me on the other side.


I entered the building gently as I looked around. The room was filled with candles, which burning flames made a beautiful reflection on my wifes perfect silhouette. My heart was once again filled with joy, and the longing for my love would remain untouched as I saw her well known, well felt face. Her sleep was a beauty to the church, and the sound of her breath was the most glorious melody ever played between these walls.


«My darling» I whispered as I peacefully took her cold hand in mine. I wanted to embrace her and kiss her and love her; All at once! But she seemed so fragile lying there, with her face of porcelain and hair of silk.


Then, out of the blue, she awakened and turned to me. The joy in my heart spread to the surface of my appearance and I smiled, as I curiously wondered which words her lips would reveal.

«I had a dream. I dreamt that my love for you had changed. Has it? Can you tell me that, my Romeo?» Her frightened glance told me what I needed to know.

«I can not tell you how to feel, but you shall tell me what lies within your heart. Is it me?» My words sounded as disappointed as myself.

«Romeo, oh, Romeo.» She reached out her hand, stroke it through my hair and down the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and let her soft hands feel my glowing skin.

«You are the sun in my heaven and the reflection of my sea. Of course it is you.» I looked in to her eyes and saw the truth in what she said. She was my world, just as much as I was hers.


Her body was still numb after the medications, so we weren't able to get out of the place just yet. Although I did offer to carry her like the princess she was worthy of being treated like, she wanted to lie there till she felt better. I thought it was a good idea, so I headed out to get her something to eat meanwhile she was resting. In hindsight I have always wondered what would have happend if I didn't leave the church then, or if we had just ran away when we had the opportunity.


When I came back I heard voices from inside the church, in the very same room Juliet was lying. It sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure who it could be. I tiptoed quietly into the room and hid behind one of the slightly skewed pedestals. The voice became clearer, and I almost heard full sentences coming from the bent back I could glimpse by Juliet's bed.


«You belonged to me, Juliet. We were ment to be!» The unknown voice cracked and I felt the sadness all the way over to my hiding place. Why didn't Juliet answer this person, after all?

«Why did you choose this path? Was it me? Was it us? I loved you more than the stars could shine, and our love for each other was all that should have mattered. Or did I misinterpret your love for me? Please, Juliet, please do me the kindness of telling me why you chose death before me!»


Who was this person? And why did the person claim that Juliet, my dear, belonged to someone else than me? I felt furious. I wasn't even sure if I could be angry with this person, or if it was all on Juliet.

«What are you doing here, R?» I heard the tired voice of Juliet. My love. She must be mistaken this person for being me. Albeit we never called each other by our first letter, I persisted the hope.

I was about to come forward and overpower this strange person, and make sure there were no misunderstandings about whom Juliet loved, when she suddenly added:

«You shouldn't be here. Romeo can come any minute, he said he wouldn't be long.»

«You... You are alive?!»

«Yes, I am. Now I think you should go. As I said, Romeo can be here any minute.» Juliets voice went from irritated to sleepy again. «I'll meet you at the beach later, when the sun is standing its highest on the sky, is that alright?»


I've had it, I thought. I stepped out from where I hid and the sight that met me was shocking. I was speechless, and looked from a well known person to Juliet, who both looked just as surprised.


«Rosaline?!» I managed to stutter from my shaking lips.

«I can explain..» Juliet said conscience-stricken, while Rosaline, on the other hand, was evolving a complacent smile.


«I.. I don't believe this..» And that was the last thing I ever said to her. To either one of them, before I rushed out of that godforsaken place. The two persons I once had loved, one more than the other, had been lovers behind my back. How was I supposed to feel? Not only were they both girls sinning and defying the law – they were two girls, who had lied about their lifes to me.


It felt like someone had just ripped my heart out and set it on fire, while it was still beating. It hurt like hell. I didn't know what to do, besides leaving the city and promise myself to never return. Now, 62 years later, I still have kept that one promise, which is a promise I'll never forget.

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