Disclaimer- I am not, in fact, William Shakespeare, and therefore do not own any of these characters or events, unfortunately.
A/N- Hello! This is my first fanfiction on this site! I'm really excited! I noticed that 90% of Shakespeare fanfics on here were last updated about twelve years ago so…. Here I am! Just on note, I will not be writing in Shakespearian English, solely because I don't want to mess up terribly, and take attention away from what I'm saying. Anyway, thank you!
~Mercutio's Point of View, as he lay dying~
What I found amusing was how little pain I actually felt. I always imagined dying would be immensely painful, but, if I was being completely honest, I just felt numb. I knew I was dying, but it didn't hurt.
The world seemed to slow down around me. I was vaguely aware of Romeo grabbing my shoulders and I fell to the cold ground. He spoke my name, tears running down his cheek.
Romeo, my best friend, who was ultimately responsible for my death. If he hadn't tried to stop me from fighting back, I could have defended myself. I wanted to be furious at him, but as I saw his desperate expression, as I looked into his eyes, his beautiful eyes, I could not stay angry.
I remembered times when we would tease each other relentlessly. I loved watching him smile. Romeo's smile was brighter than the sun. It caused everyone who witnessed it to light up inside, to be filled with joy. When he fell in love with Rosaline, he stopped smiling. I tried everything to get my Romeo back, but nothing worked.
O' Romeo! You thought I could never understand the pain of loving, and never being loved in return. However, that is a sorrow I know all too well. While my Romeo was crying over the lady who would never return his feelings, I wept for my own heartache. I was trapped within my love for my best friend, who could never learn to care for me this why. I loved the handsome, kind-hearted, brave, endearing boy with the stars in his eyes and the perfect smile.
As I feel myself slipping into darkness, it is his face I see.
Romeo.
I wish I could tell you.
Romeo, my Romeo.
I love you.
I close my eyes and breathe out. I hear Romeo scream. Darkness is closing in quickly.
Romeo, my love, don't cry. Please, let me see you smile one last time.
I force my eyes open, a task I can hardly manage. I smile weakly. In response, I see him smile through his tears. I let my eyes close, content.
Romeo's smile is the last sight I ever see.