A/N: HI! So for people who have read some of my other things, I have some messages:
1. I have NOT abandoned Sixth Year. I'm just struggling writing it. Be patient with me pleeease(:
2. I've had a lot of things going on lately, with the end of the year and me doing training for this theater group I was trying to get into (I got in!) and finals and all. But now that it's summer I'm getting back to writing a lot.
This is a quick oneshot that I got an idea for while reading Romeo and Juliet (I had to read it for English at school). I'm not really happy with the ending, but I just wanted to put it up anyway. Hope you guys enjoy!
"My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy."
Fate has never been kind to the unfortunate star-cross'd lovers it produces.
Take Romeo and Juliet. From the very beginning, they were destined for disaster. Kept apart by their names and houses. They loved while they could, but fate had other ideas. In the end, they died young and lovely. But they died nonetheless.
Our story centers on a pair that were not unlike Romeo and Juliet.
This time, instead of warring houses, the barrier keeping them apart was simply themselves. Because he was cocky and arrogant and self-centered, and she was bossy and controlling and prideful.
He made her skin crawl, made her muscles tense in anger by merely breathing. He was infuriating and bullying and made her feel like a cruel bitch. He mocked her, treating her like an object to ridicule instead of a human being (a woman) with feelings. He took away her control and told her truths she was too fragile to hear.
She made his heart swell, made his muscles tense in frustration and longing by merely breathing. She beat him down, though, every time he tried to woo her. She made him feel like a monumental asshole. She was unnecessarily malicious to him. She broke his confidence down inch by inch, making his heart hurt and making him question to things he once believed so strongly in.
This is the story of the boy who chased and the girl who ran.
They yelled, screamed, insulted, punched, and cried. Their fights were practically legend. Countless spills, messes, and ruined moments were casualties of these brutal brawls. But they wormed their way into each other's hearts, and somehow, as the story says, they fell in love.
But things are never that simple. For when fate finally brought them together, they were in the midst of a great turmoil between good and evil, and they were young and fearless and seemingly untouchable.
They worked as a team. They loved and laughed and lived… together. And then they had a baby.
A beautiful baby boy with his father's hair and his mother's eyes, a product of their burning love. It was like a flower growing in the midst of a charred, burned field. New life springing from the death that surrounded them.
But beauty doesn't last forever. A prophesy was made. And fate once again ripped lovers apart.
"Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."