Juliet
Lloyd was not happy with Professor Raine's assignment.
"What kind of idiot kills themself just because somebody else is dead? Romeo and Juliet are stupid!"
"I don't know," Colette responded quietly. "I think they died for love." "She set her cup of chocolate milk down at that. "How could you live without someone you loved with all of your heart? How could you not feel you had failed them?"
"What? If they really loved you, they'd want you to live! Duh!"
"But if you would die to save the person you loved, wouldn't you die to be with them?"
Lloyd poured himself more milk. "Nope. I'd see 'em again eventually, naturally. No reason to speed things up." He downed the glass in one gulp. "There's nothing out there worth killing yourself over. Nothing worth giving up on life. Nothing."
Colette poured more chocolate into her milk and stirred.
"Sorry."
"I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived and was an emperor."
Romeo and Juliet, Act V, Scene 1.
Author's Note: I signed up for the 55themes challenge over at livejournal, which involves writing fifty-five stories based around given themes for a certain pairing (in my case, LloydxColette) within two months. As such, expect much more frequent updates. This one was written for theme #55, Suicide.
In a scrapped chapter for the plotfic I'm attempting to write, Datta, I had a really odd and OOC conversation between Lloyd and Colette about Romeo and Juliet. I liked the concept, but it really didn't work in that context. I hope it does here.
Thanks for reading!