So, this story was written wile my school was preforming William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. This is just what I was inspired to write. I hope no one thinks anything wrong about me, but this is simply what I saw from my part as an actor with a fair understanding of how to read Shakespeare. Please enjoy- Rose
Antony POV
Too late, I saw it too late. now all I can do is cry over a body, the body of the man I love, the man I always will.
"Julius," I whisper after the conspirators have left. The bloody brute and his conspirators. I will have revenge, I have already mane that vow. But as I come down, out of my rage, all I can do is weep. Weep for my love, for the life Rome has lost, for my poor fate, that he will never know my feelings. Now all I can do is hold him tightly in my arms like I had so often imagined doing.
His face is calm I death. If it weren't for the blood drenching his clothing, I could have thought him asleep. As I cradle him, I push a few strands of his black hair from his face, which I caress gently. I have to do this. Slowly I move in and bring my lips to his. O! How often had I imagined what they would taste like; and even through a taste I can only describe as death, I can taste something else. It is sweet, almost as honey but not near as overpowering. it is soft, and I cannot bring myself to break the kiss. But I do.
I can hear the sound of someone coming down the hall, but for my life, I cannot leave his side. So I won't, and before the servant of Octavian can enter, I whisper one last thing into Caesars ear.
"I love you." And as I pull my lips away from my fallen emperors ear, I could have sworn that I saw the corps smile.
