Memories
Author's Note:
Well...This is my first non-essay paragraph I had ever typed, and I found out that I'm sort of addited in it. I probably didn't did very well, but I wish I could gain experience from this. By the way, I rated this as K+ because I seriously don't think it is something good to do to sneak in other people's grave...
"If time can go back...if..."Benvolio say as he stare at Tybalt's face. His love had never been appear, same as their pain. He knew how much Tybalt shame for himself. Others see Tybalt as a pugnacious, belligreant man, but they don't know, nor remember what happened to him.
Tybalt lived in an arid city across the mountain of Verona with his parent who are alcoholic while he was a child. Scars full with his body, because he had force to spent almost his entire day on working and put aside his dignity, for his parent's alcohol while child in his neighborhood are educting by someone else. He didn't know how to write his name until they met.
A diaster broke out, and the entire city was debacle, on everything. A ridiculous reason made his parent weren't able to survive. Their body can't leave alcohol, so they suicide. A child survive alone in a city after diaster wasn't easy. There was nothing such as haven because citizens plunder everywhere. Church and city hall were no longer to be same at the second week. Half cup of water could be the reason of you fall down. Miraculously, he sneaked on a wagon to a harbor without being notice.
He absconded when the wagon reached the first city which is Verona. When Benvolio first saw this gaunt child who stood alone with derision smile on his face, he felt the softest part of his heart being hitted.
All self controll said goodbye to him, and he walked up front and grabbed the stick people's hand. "I'll bring you to a safe place. It will be a haven for you, only, and I'll treat you nice," he said as he tried to "kidnap" the little child. "Nebulous promise can never been trusted," Tybalt took a few step backward, but he found he couldn't do anything because Benvolio picked him up. "He's lighter than Romeo." As he walk back to his house, although he really wanted to say it out load, but he knew the little stick will...he didn't know what might the little stick do.
Time flies in happy time. At the second month of together, a Capulet saw Tybalt while they were playing the "game," Master and Servant, at the plaza. The Capulet was a close friend with Tybalt's father while Tybalt's parent were lived in Verona. Three days later, the little Tybalt was gone. He is now Tybalt Capulet. As time goes on, he change and change, a bit by a bit. He changed everytime he saw him, and he couldn't do anything.
Fine. The battle between Capulet and Montague had ended for the loved, star-crossed lovers. Who cares about their death, but why my Tabalt dead because of their love...Who would remember him? The unloved man who was anyway angry?
A pain in his body stop his memory. This works slowly, not worth of fifteen dollars...
End
