Rogue12158
This is merely an assignment I did for English class while reading Romeo and Juliet. Going along with popular belief, I think it is safe to say that I'm not William Shakespeare.
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Dear Father,
This is the last that you shall hear of me. For tonight shall be my last. I, regrettably, have been keeping many secrets from you, all of them had been made within the last few days.
On the night of the Capulet's big party, a night in which I was pining for the now forgotten Rosaline, I experienced what true love really felt like. I met a young woman whose beauty outshines them all. The only child of your enemy, the young Juliet. What I am saying may seem like insanity to you, Father, but I speak the truth, based on the knowledge given to me by my very own heart and soul. Later that night, I went to her window, and there we declared the profound love that we share for each other. The next day, we were married in Friar Laurence's cell. Brought together by the holy man himself.
Not long after the marriage took place, hours at most, I stumbled upon a brawl, in it's early stages, between my wife's, and now my, kinsman, Tybalt, and one of our own house, Mercutio, now deceased. After Tybalt's blade forced Mercutio to face an untimely end, the compulsion that is anger, and my very young years, made me chase after the Prince of Cats, and make him pay for our friend's death.
After the Prince's punishment, that being banishment, I felt all hope to be lost, for without Juliet, there is nothing to live for, to breath for, nothing at all to open my eyes in the morning and wake up for. Nothing exists. But the Friar said to me then, that I should go to Mantua, and he would stay to appeal to the Prince, so that I may return to my beloved without fear of execution. But, alas, that letter did never come. What did come was out serving man, Balthasar. And it was him who told me of my love's passing. The feeling was unlike any despair my soul has ever encountered. I, with Balthasar, went to the apothecary to purchase a poison to put me out of my unsettling misery.
So, Father, please do not look for my body, for I want it to lay next to my heart's true love, my wife, my Juliet, for all eternity. No one man is filled with more sorrow than this at the way this ended. The one thing I regret would be being the reason for the murder of my wife's blood and the death of our dear Mercutio.
Father, there is nothing more that I can say, nothing more simple than I'm sorry. Please send my sincerest apologies to my beloved Mother.
Farewell, Father,
Romeo Montague
That's it!!
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