A/N: SO! This is a brand new idea that I've mulled over inside my head for a few hours. At school I've been doing year 10 work at year 9, so I've been doing GCSE English: Romeo and Juliet, and I really do love the play, and well have the beautiful adaption.

If you are a reader from 'Twisted Scars and Broken Promises' I'm sorry I'm a terrible updater, but I lost interest in it, and after this I will restart it all over again! So, grab a drink, and your favourite food, sit down wherever, and enjoy!

Magnus. Pov.

I never thought I would ever fall in love.

Somehow I did though…and it shocks me more than I can say.

From a very young age; I always knew I was different from the other boys. While other boys were gaining muscle and an interest in women…I was still the same lean, scrawny, confused boy I was when I was fourteen. My longer hair and strange eyes always had made me a target for different forms of bullying; from a young age I learned that the strange and extraordinary was hated.

By the time I was seventeen I understood myself. I was bisexual. I liked both genders; although I preferred men. By then; my life was a mixture of nameless faces, and un-loving touches. By day I was the smiling party boy, and by night I was naked in different bed sheets, different people touching my skin, but the same thoughts swirled around my mind. I was worthless. I was a one night stand for many cheating housewives and an escape for many men. I was just a toy.

Then I met the man who changed my life. I still don't know if his presence was good or bad.

We were from different families – feuding families. Our families have fought for generations. We were born to hate each other, but surprisingly we didn't. We were so alike, yet so strikingly different. Our fathers were in the same business, but sold different products. Our mothers were members of the 'woman's book club', and hated each other silently.

It was in the beautiful city of Verona, Italy where we met. I was twenty-one, and he was sixteen. I was the slut of the town; he was the innocent dove of society. He had never met me, and I him until that fateful night. Our families quarreled all the time; it wasn't a normal week in Verona, without at least a few gun shots heard every so often, or buildings going up in a blaze, or another news report on how one member from both our families was being taken to court – again.

We were lovers for two months, and then we died. The end.

We hoped that our love was strong enough to bring our families together, like it brought us; sadly though, it was the tragedy from our deaths that brought them together.

Me, and my lover were from different families. We fell deeply in love, and I didn't want it to end, but like most stories; they all have an ending. For us it was a sad one…in the hope that we create a happy ending for others.

A/N: The beautiful Preface. This is a spin off on Romeo and Juliet if I haven't said before, if I have, sorry!

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~ Sarah