Selkie Cove, Sunday, Midday
It was time to leave.
Five words, Romeo mused, but packed full of so much. He'd be out of the apartment by the end of the weekend, in Hawaii the next day, and back to Verona to begin work in his father's company a matter of days after that.
He did not know if he'd be back. He liked teaching and had come to love Fandom, but the life he saw ahead of him was that of a Montague in Verona, with his (third, perhaps, but also final) bride by his side.
Most of his friends were long gone from the island. Romeo's last goodbye was to a place. He took himself and a notebook to the beach, perched on a rock, and -- as he had so many times -- began to scribble his thoughts as he watched the waves roll in and out.
[OOC: Open. Last public post for Romeo.]
Five words, Romeo mused, but packed full of so much. He'd be out of the apartment by the end of the weekend, in Hawaii the next day, and back to Verona to begin work in his father's company a matter of days after that.
He did not know if he'd be back. He liked teaching and had come to love Fandom, but the life he saw ahead of him was that of a Montague in Verona, with his (third, perhaps, but also final) bride by his side.
Most of his friends were long gone from the island. Romeo's last goodbye was to a place. He took himself and a notebook to the beach, perched on a rock, and -- as he had so many times -- began to scribble his thoughts as he watched the waves roll in and out.
[OOC: Open. Last public post for Romeo.]