Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say yes

Another week, another hour, another minute, they all seemed to lie in wait. Just sitting there, waiting for me to give up this façade of normalcy. It had been months since he left and still couldn't bear to say his name, even think it without crippling panic attacks. The hole in my chest seemed just as gaping as that first night when they found me in the forest.

I didn't remember much about that night but I did remember the pain, and just the thought of it left me gasping; the numbness was the only thing keeping me from a complete melt down.

I had just gone through another endless day at school. It was the first day that Mike hadn't even bothered trying to converse and I could barely even be grateful for that.

I turned on the radio in my ancient truck hoping the mindless pop music would keep me from more ominous thoughts.

As I listened it worked for a while, listening to the babbling of radio hosts and 'new hit single' from Britney and the Jonas brothers.

Then a new song started. Taylor Swift was an artist I vaguely remembered his sister singing along to and began tearing up.

As I listened the fog began to part.

Romeo and Juliet.

The tears began to come in earnest. It was all wrong, to hear this. Things never ended up this way. Romeo always left, there was no way around it. He left and found someone else to occupy his time. Someone prettier, older, more… just better, and Juliet was left to pick up the scattered pieces of herself all alone.

I looked up noticing through the tears oand noticed I was in the drive way already, but I had no inclination to get out. I listened through to the end of the song and slammed the button to turn off the radio. It was pointless, just another song by another foolish girl who didn't know any better yet.

But that didn't make it hurt less.

I climbed out of the truck leaving my door open as I went back to the back and grabbed the rickety old tool box that didn't look like it had been forgotten long before I got the truck. I grabbed a screw driver and began prying the radio out of the dashboard.

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't afford to let the blackness go, I clung to it f or a reason and I couldn't imagine facing reality any time soon.

I scratched and tugged the radio out until all that was left was a jagged hole where it used to be, ironic if you thought about it long enough, but I didn't bother to, not then at least.

I grabbed it and tossed the dead weight into a large black trash bag and tugged it up to my room, Charlie would have a fit if he saw something like that down by the curb waiting for the trash to be picked up. I threw it off to the corner and launched myself onto my bed.

It never ended like that.

Romeo was gone.

Forever.

I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you was fading