# 28- Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou?

Once, a long time ago, he had come across this story. A tragedy they called it. The boy and the girl had died for each other at the end. He had scoffed, perplexed at the stupidity of the entire thing. It had not made any sense to him. What was the point of dying for someone? He had thought it to be stupid and he had not liked it.

Now, he reminisced at it. Suffice to say, he still did not like it, but he had understood. At least, the actions of Romeo himself he now understood. It wasn't so much that he was saying he was like Romeo, but he could compare.

After all, this Juliet girl reminded him of Momo. Not Hinamori herself, but the entirety of the situation. He would die for Hinamori; he knew that much by now. He would also kill for Momo. The list went on.

There was one strict difference he noted though. He and Hinamori were not a tragedy. If he had anything to do with it, they would never be a tragedy. They would live their lives to their lives to the fullest. They would do exactly what they wanted to do.

After all, they were not Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet. They were Hinamori Momo and Hitsugaya Toushirou.