AN: last chapter, hope you all enjoyed and thank you for reading! That little thing in italics that starts with "Maybe we're..." is taken from a tumblr post it isn't mine.
The play started and ended just as their relationship would. First meeting in public, instant attraction. A relationship ending in death.
The audience loved it. The lights were too bright.
During the last show, Nico's chest rose and fell with each short gasp of breath. His words were forced, his coughs were real. When Juliet finally died and he laid there, his agony continued on as he tried to look as if those breaths never came.
It was when the curtain finally closed did he stop breathing. No one noticed until Will went to go ask his boyfriend why he wasn't getting up.
Nico's name was raw in his throat. The sirens never seemed so loud. They pounded into his chest and took over his heartbeat.
Maybe we're supposed to meet the wrong people.
Maybe we're not meant to be.
Maybe we're satellites.
Maybe we are the lucky ones.
Maybe we're friends maybe we're more.
Maybe we are all cabinets of wonders.
Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people.
Maybe we're each other's soulmates.
The hospital was cold and unknown. The walls were too white. The ones around Will seemed to be just as unstable as him.
Maybe he was supposed to fall in love, maybe he wasn't. Maybe one of them had to die for the other to live.
The doctor came out with a gown stained with blood. His tired eyes hid no lies. Before any words left his mouth, Will knew that his Nico was dead.
Sobs. Screams. Begs and pleas. He never stopped begging.
Maybe sickness picked and chose. Maybe Heaven had made room. Maybe God wanted another angel.
Whatever the case, no matter why and how, Will lost the only one he cared about. He lost...no, it couldn't be true...he couldn't be gone...he couldn't...
His mother came to see what was wrong. His father had to carry him out, kicking and screaming, begging to see Nico once more. Royal guards had surrounded the room.
His bed was empty and cold. His sheets smelled like the dead. Pillows didn't fit where Nico once did.
It was only love, that is all... Why did it hurt so bad? Yesterday it had felt so amazing...
The night air was cold and chilly when he snuck out. He walked to the hospital, had forgotten his shoes. The rain soaked through his socks.
They finally let him see him then, after the body had grown cold and stiff. He spent an hour getting all of that makeup off. It was then did Nico finally look dead, then that the body finally looked like Nico. He laid with the corpse until he was carried out.
Maybe they were supposed to end. Maybe they were half Romeo, Juliet. Maybe their love ended in a disastrous way in hopes to teach others. Maybe it was all for nothing.