(no subject)
A young girl enters the Inn. Her hands are still shaking violently from the moments that lead up to this one, from the pain and darkness that has brought her here. She's wearing a plain, white dress that she doesn't recognize, and that certainly doesn't match the style of any clothing she's ever seen in her lifetime. If she stopped to realize just what she has on, she'd feel embarrassed at the amount of skin that's showing, but that's far from her mind right now.
Juliet swallows deep within her throat in an attempt to gain control long enough to think, but all she can focus on is the overwhelming fear. Her eyes are wide and searching, filled with tears ready to slip down her face. She doesn't see him here. Romeo is not here next to her in this strange place. In death, she'd thought they'd be together, or at the very least have freedom.
The ability to speak is gone, though she wishes more than anything that she could call out his name. She somehow believes that he'll be able to answer.
Juliet swallows deep within her throat in an attempt to gain control long enough to think, but all she can focus on is the overwhelming fear. Her eyes are wide and searching, filled with tears ready to slip down her face. She doesn't see him here. Romeo is not here next to her in this strange place. In death, she'd thought they'd be together, or at the very least have freedom.
The ability to speak is gone, though she wishes more than anything that she could call out his name. She somehow believes that he'll be able to answer.