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Title: A Romeo and Juliet Romance
Author: Dart, aka xbloodyxrioterx
Pairing: Any Pairing You Choose
Fandom: Any
Rating: R - suicides
Summary: People always told me we were like Romeo and Juliet, except we just didn't see it
Disclaimer: This is FICTION
People always told me we were like Romeo and Juliet, except we just didn't see it. I didn't understand, until that night. You were driving home from getting more eyeliner, the car backfired and stopped in the middle of the freeway. The Mack truck behind you didn't see you until it was too late. Everybody was surprised to find your body pretty much intact, just in a coma. We thought you might die. We rushed you to the hospital. You stayed in a coma for a year before your heart stopped.
Once I heard the news, the telephone dropped, my eyes sought the knife laying on the counter. My hand grasped it, sub-consciously thinking that you might jump back to life. But I paid no attention. I raised it to my throat, taking your picture to my chest before swiping it across, immediately draining the blood from my body, killing me painfully. That's when and how and why I died. The doctor called again, leaving a message after my death. He told me that you were conscious again, and that I could come see you. When I didn't, you became insistant that they check on me. They did. I was dead. They came back to you, giving their sympathy. You waited for them to leave. Silently you weighed your options, giving into temptation and love, you pulled the supportive plugs, slowly dieing.
This was truly a Romeo and Juliet romance.
Author: Dart, aka xbloodyxrioterx
Pairing: Any Pairing You Choose
Fandom: Any
Rating: R - suicides
Summary: People always told me we were like Romeo and Juliet, except we just didn't see it
Disclaimer: This is FICTION
People always told me we were like Romeo and Juliet, except we just didn't see it. I didn't understand, until that night. You were driving home from getting more eyeliner, the car backfired and stopped in the middle of the freeway. The Mack truck behind you didn't see you until it was too late. Everybody was surprised to find your body pretty much intact, just in a coma. We thought you might die. We rushed you to the hospital. You stayed in a coma for a year before your heart stopped.
Once I heard the news, the telephone dropped, my eyes sought the knife laying on the counter. My hand grasped it, sub-consciously thinking that you might jump back to life. But I paid no attention. I raised it to my throat, taking your picture to my chest before swiping it across, immediately draining the blood from my body, killing me painfully. That's when and how and why I died. The doctor called again, leaving a message after my death. He told me that you were conscious again, and that I could come see you. When I didn't, you became insistant that they check on me. They did. I was dead. They came back to you, giving their sympathy. You waited for them to leave. Silently you weighed your options, giving into temptation and love, you pulled the supportive plugs, slowly dieing.
This was truly a Romeo and Juliet romance.