Prologue: Rosaline (Akashi X OC)

Have you ever thought of Rosaline in the romantic but tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet? What she's thinking; feeling; or maybe doing throughout the story?

Of course not. She's just an extra, you all say.

But here's the twist:

What if Rosaline came to love the prince Romeo?

What if she fell for him later on?

What if she had a reason not to love him?

Did you give a thought of that?

No. Because Rosaline is nothing but an unseen character. We only knew her from Romeo's deep obsession in the beginning of the play, even before he gets to meet his fated Juliet.

I was once his Juliet.

Albeit, I now play the Rosaline in this story.

I am the antagonist. I am the bystander. I am the minor character who stands by the sidelines, watching and waiting for a cheesy romance to end.

Tragic, isn't it? How some of us are fated to watch a never ending cycle whilst doing nothing. It's as if life is mocking us for our insignificant roles; our existence on earth which is the stage.

If only I didn't made that stupid decision.

It was the timing. His love bloomed earlier than mine.

He proposed.

I rejected.

Too young for a couple of sixteen years of age while planning for the future.

Afterwards, a year of silence.

Now, I am eighteen years old and full of regret. Everyday to and from school, I drown in devastation, watching once again on the sidelines to see my beloved Romeo with his current Juliet.

My life at home is loving and warm in contrast to my school. Yet why do I feel so empty?

Desperately; I want to experience his love.

Badly; I want to feel his warmth all over me and endlessly listen to his whispers of affection.

Like mad; I want him.

Oh, Rosaline, Rosaline. This has got to be a story of jest.

Just one more time; I want him to make me feel like his Juliet again.

Even though I know it's impossible.

Shall we round up time in order for us to love again, Akashi?


I'm giving my fanfic a try in this site. (I seriously don't know what I'm doing here. Huhu.)