Okay, 'ello people! This is my first fanfic ever (I actually had to write this in freshman year, so please don't attack me with pitch forks and fire if it's dreadful) Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not Shakespeare, thus it is not I who own any of his works, or characters; including Romeo and Juliet.
Romeo and Juliet..Happy Endings
Romeo baffled by the day's events, stumbles into Juliet's tomb. As he walks slowly toward his beloved's grave, his eyes become fuzzy; a tear starts to trickle down his cheek, gaining speed until falling gently on the stone floor from his now moist chin.
Romeo sees her ghostly white face, her perfect lips, longing for them, for her with all his being. Death seems to have done nothing, if not enhance her beauty. Yet, there is something life-like in her pale face. He gently caresses his hands on her cheeks, absorbing every detail in her faultless figure, to be carved in his memory forever.
More tears appear on the stone covered floor beside his dearly loved. Whispering a prayer under his breath, he procures a short thin glass tube from the lining of his coat: deadly poison. With the words of the apothecary ringing in his head, he slowly raises the liquid to his quivering lips.
Her eye lids flicker; he abruptly stops the poisons journey toward his mouth. It must have been a trick of the light, he tried to persuade himself. He tries to block out what he has just seen, yet he can not. He could not help but allow a small bubble of hope to arise in his soul. Her fore-finger moves; now this must be true. Unable to retain himself, he collapses on top of Juliet, embracing her; feeling her torso move gently upward and down. Forgetting completely about his near suicide attempt; the tube falls, shattering into hundreds of pieces, obliging the contents to seep into the crevices of the stone flooring.
"Romeo…" Oh! What a sweet sound her voice makes. His heart skips a beat, looking into her face he sees the reflecting of himself in her beautiful blue eyes. No two people have ever felt that much love, that much selflessness, that much compassion, as those two felt in that single instant. Embracing each other for seconds, which seemed like hours, the two finally separated. Realizing what precious time they had to escape before Romeo was to be found, they promptly devise a plan.
Unable to think clearly, the two star-crossed lovers run hand in hand out of the Capulet filled cemetery. Together at last, they are indifferent to their fate, as long as they remain together. Unbeknownst to them, a cornucopia of people in Verona knew of Romeo's un-welcomed return. This news had reached Friar Lawrence, who, as Romeo and his Juliet soon would discover, waited for them at the entrance of the church.
As they exited the great church of fair Verona, Friar Laurence was waiting for them with a horse-drawn carriage. Relieved, the husband and wife entered, with the Friar at the reigns. Days became weeks, weeks became years, and none had seen or heard of the lovers or Friar Laurence. Then, not one so special day, a letter arrived at the Capulet household, saying that Juliet had died happily in her sleep. Later in that same year a similar letter appeared at the Montague mansion stating Romeo's quiet death which had also occurred during his slumber.
It's short, but sweet..? Please review- to either tell me that I should never write ever again, or that I'm not that bad! Constructive criticism is totally fine with me - I want to evolve as a writer.
