London, Year 1643

"The story I told first to the whole world was wrong.

There was one part of it I had to hide. But now, at the end of my life, I have no choice.

This secret has been with me for too long.

My secret is a love story. This is the end of a forbidden love story.

This is MY love story.

There was blood. Blood everywhere.

That was an apocalyptic scene.

Everybody was dead.

Bodies lying on the floor, on the dust.

All I could do was to watch this terrible show.

All I could see at this moment was Him.

He was almost dead, and it hurt to see him like that.

It hurt to see the man I loved like he was just a piece of meal, blooding, with this pain on his face.

The poison in him was killing, and I couldn't let him alone. I had to join him in his misery.

So, I took the cup, and went toward him.

"Hamlet, I'm coming with you, I can not live in a world where you're not alive."

He has just enough energy to reject my project. He took my hand, pressed it, and nodded. His voice was just so weak that my heart just broke.

"You can't come, Horatio, you can not. This is my travel. I have to do it on my own."

"But.. If you go, without me.. I'll never see you again" I answered, whispering. "I … I can't Hamlet, I can't. I love you"

I couldn't refrain the tears streaming on my cheek anymore. He was dying, and there was nothing that I could do.

Slowly, he put his hand on my face, and I still can see the little spark in his eyes when I close mine. He looked like a little pet, asking to be saved, but in his eyes, there always has been the big flame of courage and strength. He drowned his blue look into mine. He raised his head toward me, and put his lips on my lips.

For the first time, he kissed me. I dreamt of that so many times, and now, the day of his death, he finaly kissed me.

Our first kiss would be our last kiss.

Our lips were still close when he whispered his last words to me.

"Please, don't die because of me, I already murdered someone, please, I don't want to kill you, please, I love you."

And he left me.

And now, it's my turn to leave. He left me with a kiss, and I leave the world, relating that kiss. And now, this is the true story of Hamlet."