Benvolio and Caterina
Journal Entry 1 Benvolio
It has been but a year since my cousin Romeo and his lady love took their lives and ended the pointless feud. I often sit in the grove where my departed cousin once sat and wonder if only he had told me then it would have been different. After Romeo's death I was left as the only male Montague who was eligible to inherit the Montague fortune. As I drive back to the estate I gaze at the stature erected in their honor even though I loved Rome I cannot help but think of what a fool he was marrying a girl he barely knew killing Tybalt, Paris, and then himself I fear that the memory of this tragic saga of Romeo and his Juliet will still run freshly though everyone's mind for years to come. My Uncle and I sit for a silent dinner which has been a common occurrence since the death of his wife and only child. I now lay in my bed pondering over the next day and how it will be even though the peace is much needed it is quite boring without the constant threat of the Capulet's coming forth and shooting us in the back or causing a brawl which will get both in trouble. The school year starts in a few weeks and it will be a very strange event without Romeo or Mercutio by my side. All I pray for is that I find the strength to face all the looks of sympathy I can deal with the flowers and such but the looks all they make me is angrier, angry that I have to go through this angry that we on Earth are stuck with the consequences of their actions. The candle has burned to the bottom so I must put down my pen and close my eyes and rest and for one moment dream of a time where being Benvolio Montague was this stressful.