Hey. Nuttin belongs to me. It's too bad…Don't know where this came from; my head was just in that medieval mood.

---After Romeo and Juliet are found dead---

Benvolio: (Walking around aimlessly through Verona)

Oh, coz, was this to be?

Was thou fated to lie with the Caple Juliet in that dreaded tomb of a thousand sighs?

Was thou fated to leave mine company, as was dear, sly Mercutio?

Should you both leave thine friend and confidante for the wonders of the afterlife in that place so far above?

(Screaming now) Wast thoust very intention to depart from poor Benvolio and leave thine truest companion alone in this desolate world?

(Calming down yet depressed) Well, friends, success is happily played on your part then.

The truest of true lie dead in a pew, is that not what thou would utter, Mercutio?

Poor, dying, dead, sly Mercutio?

Was thou happy when thou was slain in vain by Tybalt's fierce sword?

Was thou happy, Romeo, when thou downed thine treacherous poison of the gods?

(Sobbing on the corner of a street) What, if I may ask, is the power that one calls happiness?

Does it not bring sorrow to others as it departs to another?

Does it not disappear as quickly as a hare to its hole when tragic times strike?

It is a flimsy thing, happiness, to truly be realized in the fact that one has it.

Once it is realized that it is possessed, it vanishes in a moment; one that one wishes they couldn't have noticed it so it still would have been had.

(Moaning) Thou art happy, my doornail companions, to see me in a state such as this?

I am not slain by flaming sword nor drowning in fatal extracts down my throat.

And yet, my dearest fellows, I am sped.

I am sped from this grief which pierces my heart and from this sorrow which suffocates my very breath.

I am sped truly.

It will not matter, I am one of many.

Tybalt, Mercutio, Paris, Romeo, Juliet, Lady Montague; all out of this life and into the next.

Twill not matter, I will only add mine name to the list to join this happy masquerade.

Twill not matter.

Okay, I know that was a little strange, but I was-at the moment-obsessed with writing something like this. I don't know why, just that I did. I have no idea if I'll continue this or add other stories. Maybe. If I got the language down. Now….REVIEW!!!