He had been doing this often since he had met Juliet, curious as to whom his rival was. Paris carefully checked for anyone who might be watching him, then climbed over the wall into the Montague garden. Unbeknownst to him, a silent pair of eyes watched from behind a bush.
Romeo was getting ready to retire. Smiling, he relived his night with Juliet. He sighed and climbed into bed.
Paris looked for anything to help him into his rival's home. Seeing a small tree leaning over a window into a bed chamber, he considered the risks.
"If there be a living soul in the room, he will surely be my death. If I do not enter that way, what way shall I discover my enemy's intentions? Yet, if I find Juliet within, my heart will be shattered beyond repair. That foul villain, Romeo, to spite my righteous intentions. Ah, dear Juliet, will you ever know how vast my love? If I do find my death within, my life will be lived if only I could know you loved me."
Paris climbed the tree. Cursing after finding the window locked, he maneuvered the window clasp until he heard the lock click. He eased the window open and carefully threw himself through the opening.
Romeo heard a dull thud from his window. Reluctantly abandoning his dreams of his life with Juliet, he arose and silently stole his rapier from its place on the wall. He rounded the bed-corner to find himself standing face to face with Paris.
Romeo stood in shock for a moment. There was something running in his veins he couldn't quite identify, though it reminded him slightly of his encounters with Juliet and Rosaline. He shook his head to clear it. "What… what are you doing here?"
Paris was struck similarly. He knew it wasn't right to feel this way about anyone- especially a male anyone- right before he got married to the lovely (though now that he reflected on it, seemed rather pale in comparison) Juliet. "I… the stars lead me here. It was destined that we should meet."
He held out his hand to Romeo, who tentatively shook it. Suddenly, there was an electric jolt through both men, and neither could bear it any longer. They found themselves doing what no men ought to.
Juliet, from her place behind the bush, watched, unable to restrain a single, silver tear. "Woe is me! Romeo, why hast thou forsaken me? This place I followed Paris to keep my lord from harm shall be the beginning of the end of me. "
She sighed for a moment, and then brushed away her tear. "No longer is my lord truly mine. I could never harm him, and yet he has harmed me."
Juliet made up her mind. Taking the dagger she had brought in case of emergency, she climbed the tree overlooking Romeo's window, just as Paris had done. Entering his room, she started sobbing, seeing the two men engaged in a passionate embrace. Neither of them noticed her. Losing all self-control and common sense, she stabbed the dagger into one of the two men. Hearing Romeo's voice call out to her, she sobbed harder and stabbed the other man.
Repulsed at herself for what she had done, she pulled the dagger out. "Dear Romeo, gentle Paris, what have you done to deserve such a fate? This life holds nothing for me without you. After what I have done to you, my life is surrendered." With those last words, she plunged the bloody dagger into her chest. Admitting one quivering gasp to escape, she fell into her love's arms for the last time.