At Fate's Cruel Hands

by Amkil

Ever wonder what would happen if Romeo's poison didn't work. How would he live without his beloved Juliet? Would he be able to lead a normal life or would the need to join his beloved overcome him?

AT FATE'S CRUEL HANDS

Prologue

I stared at the door to her chamber. It was not from fear that I lingered but from my uncertainty of whenever or not I could stand to see her. Would I have the strength to drink the whole bottle of Hemlock or would I collapse under my own guilt and sadness. Another minute pass by and I made up my mind. It wasn't my intention to waste any more time away from her, so I gathered up my strength to push open the doors that separated me from my dearest beloved.

At first glance I saw nothing that indicated her presence only faint color of white drapes that covered the entire room. My darting eyes finally fell on what seem to dozens of flickering candles and hundreds of blushing roses that lay scattered on the side of her canopy bed. my eyes retreated from the floor and there I saw her from the shadows that erupted through her beds ornate silk draping. My knees buckled as my curious eyes outline her body. I dragged my legs across the room till I reached the side of her bed, pulled the drapes apart and collapsed on my knees.

I couldn't bear the site of her angelic face and her motionless body. With little a do I reached for the little flask that contained my fate, held it in my hands until its warmth made my hand calmed enough to drained it of its precious liquid and let it slip out of my hands to shatter on the floor.

I felt a bit groggy and light headed before I fell on the floor that spins beneath me. I glanced up at her one last time and she looked so at peace with that thin smile spread on her face as if she knew that soon her love would join her in her eternal slumber. I felt a smile crawled on my face while my eyes saw less and less till it was total darkness.