A.N. Heavy symbolism because why not. Read and Review.
Title: Act I, Scene V
He can't walk through the halls without one of his friends grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him close.
"She's trouble." They say.
"She's crazy."
"Stay away from her."
And the angry glares reflected through the halls scare him because he knows. He knows and the click-clack of her shoes makes his heart drop to his stomach and he runs. And the wild way her hair flows back when she turns is dangerous. He doesn't want a part in his own destruction; he wants to draw his sword, sheath his fear.
She heard about him. A lot, actually. Her parents crossed their arms and scoffed; she followed suit. An able sinner with a heart of gold- false idols shine brighter in the sun. Brother dear promised to keep her safe from evil.
Unnecessary evils.
"He's not normal." He'd laugh.
"He's a freak."
"Stay away from him."
And she nodded her head and walked with her nose turned up, turned up high so her eyes wouldn't stop at the sight of-
Her heart stopped too.
It's dark backstage and he's alone. He's stumbling now, the dark makes for a perfect cover, and he knows there's someone else there, on the stage, singing. It's late and he's tired but her voice is so bright and so sad and so… Falling over props and pieces, he's on stage now. He can't sing but he can try.
Hate tries to stay but it doesn't know where it belongs.
She must hate him; he can try.
The song ends and he draws closer and slips his fingers through hers, shyly and slowly. A small grin breaks through when she grabs tight.
"You do wrong your hand too much."
Her hands fit perfectly in his.
"She's insane."
"He's a sinner."
Words, words. They forget them sometimes when they retreat to their own silence, a place where words couldn't. She's scared, he thinks, but he's ready to hold her and go. The ground was covered with walls and trenches but the sky was sprinkled with stars that crossed. Maybe they could fly.
"I barely know you."
"I knew you all my life."
"You didn't."
"I feel it."
From my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
The blonde hair between his fingers feels soft and the warm lips under his feel distant. Eyes closed, he releases his ties and she follows him up, up, up with the stars and the clouds and the moon. A second of bliss and she hopes he never lets go.
Then have my lips the sin that they took.
Should she be scared? Would she face hell? She doesn't know but if this was a sin, hell couldn't be that bad, could it?
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
The racing beats of their hearts feel almost connected and through laced fingers and bound lips, she whispers her love. They're moving fast, maybe, but their hands can keep up.
"Give me my sin again."
They're pulling and pulling and he can't break free. His fingers are blindly groping at the air, inches away from hers. The dark surrounds them and he wonders if he's still alive, he wonders if he's being dragged to hell. She wonders if she could follow.
"That's you, always you," They're chiding him, "That's you, loving what we hate."
Tears prick his eyes and he wants to leave but the chains they cross through his heart and around him suffocate him and they're drowning him. Drowning him with their words and hate and for a moment, he believes them. And his body drags him down but he's swimming, swimming to the light. His arms break surface.
"That's you, always you," They taunt him, "Thinking of only yourself."
It feels like a shove and down, down, down he drowns, hitting the rock bottom.
He just wants to breathe again.
She's not one to fall in love.
But she fell down the wrong way- a deep ditch and she wants out, but her parents are there. Her brother is there. They're grabbing her arms and her legs and tying a rag over her mouth and covering her eyes with their hands. All she hears is bible verses upon bible verses and their voices become growls and she thinks they will devour her. She tries to scream but the people at the surface can only hear her parents and they laugh and spit.
"Disgusting bitch." They scream down the trench.
"You are hateful and ignorant."
She wants out. She wants to fall right.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
When she's in his arms, she feels safe. He removes her blindfold and their gag and she removes his chains. They are surrounded by voices and monsters and forests.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late.
She dips her dagger in poison and leads him deeper into the forest. Maybe they can leave.
She suggests they might fall together.
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Their screams are still resounding and their yells and kicks and scorn resonate through the forest, but he smiles. Sound doesn't travel as fast as they. She asks what he means when he tosses her weapon aside and captures her lips in his.
He suggests they fly.