My Heart Turned Red
Chapter 15: Chatting Up Shakespeare
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I knew that I didn't have any time for this, but again, Shakespeare did not seem to care or even notice that fact. I knew that even if I begged Shakespeare, he would be too dense to realize that I needed help getting down off of this incredibly high away from the ground thing and that I needed to get home and get back to my love before something terrible happens. I was beyond frustrated, even though it wasn't very obvious from my facial expression. At the same time, I never really had an opportunity to vent my feelings, about how much I loved Juliet, how sad I was to be apart from her, how angry I was that this hate between our families had almost tore us apart and was continuing to try to keep us apart, how frustrated I was that no one would ever accept our love for each other, even though it's real. Even if I were to go back, would I be able to run away with her and actually get away with it? The whole fight in the alley made me realize that our families will never accept our love and if that is so, then to hell with all of them. I don't need anyone but Juliet and I can live out the rest of my days with her in peace, I don't need anything else. Unfortunately, that is never going to happen as long as I'm stuck on THIS HYPOCRITE'S HEAD.
As he did earlier when we met, Shakespeare took no consideration of my request to not move around as much or listen to me again as I protested that I needed to leave and in order to do that, I needed him to help me get onto the ground so I can find some way of getting back to Juliet. Instead, he went on and on about his plays and how dramatic they were, until he finally said:
"Now, my dear boy," Shakespeare said, still heavily moving around, even though he swore he wouldn't, causing me to once again fear for my life. "Tell me of your story, your story of love and how you came about on my head. It has been such a long time since I have spoken to anyone really, and I long for entertainment! Come! A passionate speech!"
I know he couldn't see me, but I rolled my eyes. I was beyond annoyed that he didn't listen to anyone but himself. Probably the reason he hasn't talked to anyone in so long is because HE ONLY TALKS TO HIMSELF. Honestly, he probably scared anyone away that tried to talk to him and even if he didn't, they would be as bored as I was with him. Yes, his language was poetic and beautiful, but he should probably stick to his plays and his dramatics rather than talking to people.
That being said, what other choice did I have than talking to this statue? I was at least a hundred feet above the ground and had no possible chance of making it down off Shakespeare's head on my own without smashing myself into a million pieces and never make it back to Juliet alive. I needed help to get down and Shakespeare had made it clear without words or much realization of it himself that he was not going to help me get down.
"Well, it's a long story, but, she and I were born into a feud. Our families have hated each other for as long as I can remember for every possible reason. My parents raised me to hate the Red Garden, our enemy, from the day that I was born. I didn't really know how to go along with it until the day my father was murdered right in front of me..."
"And am I to presume that that caused a rage to grow inside you and eat you from the inside out? AHA! The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge, enough for the small child to grow up to be angry, fiery, and demanding vengeance for the death of his beloved father! AH! What a wonderful beginning! A strong and innocent child with his innocence ripped apart from him only to be replaced with a desire for revenge! You must have become your garden's revenge captain..."
"Yes, that's what happened more or less," I said interrupting him. I rolled my eyes and tried to control my already growing temper. I then continued:
"Yes. It grew a fire inside of me and I vowed the day that I saw my father die that I would do everything in my power to bring shame and despair to the Red Garden: the garden that took my father away from me. I learned how to race Lawnmowers the way that my dad had taught me before he died and I was determined to be as good as he was so that I could humiliate my rival Tybalt and his garden in one of the worst ways possible. Tybalt and I had been rivals even before my dad was killed, but after he died, my hate for him grew to be unnatural. After he gave me this scar across my face, which to me was like a mark that made me destined to destroy the Red Garden and avenge my father."
I stopped myself as this was bringing back so many memories of the shadow of a man that I once was before I met Juliet. I was getting very emotional remembering my father and all that pain that I held inside for all those years and took it out on the people I held responsible for his death in every manner that I could. I was trying so hard to hold back my tears and was very grateful that Shakespeare couldn't see my face.
"AH! A classic theme! A son who lives on in the name of his dearly beloved and murdered father! What drama!" he said, waving his arms around like an idiot.
"Are you here to listen to my story or not?" I asked annoyed, interrupting him. He was the one who demanded to hear this story, not me.
Shakespeare laughed heartily and shook around a little more and I did my best not to lose my balance.
"Say no more. I have learned to come not between the dragon and his wrath. Continue."
I rolled my eyes but did as I was told.
"Only a few days ago, we raced once again and he cheated and almost got me killed and then pushed my best mate Benny when he called him out for his cheating. Then Benny and I made the decision to raid the Red Garden, something that no one had ever done before, to get back at them in a more personal way that I had never attempted before. But then Benny, as usual, screwed up my plans and after getting him out of the war zone, I fought with Tybalt and I would've won too if not for the owner almost catching us in the act. I then escaped the Red Garden and then was then mysteriously blown into another place that was entirely unfamiliar to me. This was the place where I met Juliet..."
Although the beginning of my story was full of hate, anger, and grief, then came the part that brought me back to life: the fateful evening that I met the love of my life. The dark emotions that had come back to me so suddenly faded away just as suddenly when I met her that night. I was waiting momentarily, expecting for Shakespeare to once again interrupt me, but there was no response.
"I thought that I would spend the rest of my life full of anger and hate, being completely content to spend the rest of my life devoid of love and happiness. I was perfectly willing to be the revenge captain for the Blue Garden and I thought that I was happy, but I was really lying to myself and to everyone around me. I had been with other girls before I met her but I had never ever loved them. I know now that I was lonely and only used them to try to ease that loneliness, but to no avail. Then came the night when I landed in that unknown garden and saw a figure running around in the moonlight. The image struck me so much that I couldn't control myself and began to follow the figure, although I couldn't understand why. As I followed the figure, we both ended up climbing up the nearby Greenhouse, myself following the figure and the figure after a rare Cupid's Arrow Orchid. I climbed up and as the figure reached out to grab the Orchid, my hand reached to grab it as well and then what I saw took my breath away. The whole world came to a a direct stop as I saw her for the very first time. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her or had felt anything so strong for anyone else but her. Those gorgeous eyes of hers just removed all the hate and anger that had been built up in me over the last ten years. After a while of flirting with her, I knew that I had fallen madly in love with her and that even though I never intended to fall in love, I knew that I had found the girl that I was destined to be with."
I stopped and smiled at the beautiful memory before speaking again.
"But then came the thing I never thought would happen: I learned who she really was. She was the daughter of the leader of the Red Garden, the garden that I had sworn to put an end to as part of my revenge for my father's death. I was beyond horrified at myself for being so vulnerable and falling in love with someone from the garden that I had so deeply hated for so many years. I hated myself for being so stupid and for even imagining that I had found love. But despite knowing all of this, I stupidly ran after her and just as I was about to catch up with her, she ran into a few of her family members, who I had fought with earlier and who were looking for me to settle the score. She could've turned me in and sign my own death warrant, and yet she did neither one of these things and pretended as though she had never seen me before. As much as I was happy that she saved my life, I was still confused as to why exactly I felt this way for a girl that I was supposed to hate. I hated myself for loving her, as it was a betrayal to my family, my garden, and to my father, who I basically had dedicated my life to for my revenge. I tried so hard to erase these feelings, tell myself that it was wrong, and go home and pretend like it never happened, but it nearly torn me apart. I then realized upon not being able to go back to my own garden without seeing her meant that I had fallen completely in love with her and that I couldn't pretend like this night had never happened. I realized that I loved her so much that I didn't care that she was Red or that she was my enemy or that this was wrong on so many levels. As I went back for her, we realized that we felt the same way about one another and that we couldn't stay away from each other. We decided to we had to be together, consequences be damned. I had never been so happy in my entire life..."
And then came an interruption with a question that I didn't expect and hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Would you die for her if the time came? Or would you want to die if she was dead?" he said, almost cheerfully.
My eyes squinted in confusion at the randomness of that question. Then they widened at the unintentional intensity of that question.
"What?" I asked in sheer confusion. "Where the bloody hell did that come from?"
Shakespeare scoffed. "Well, you say that you love her, dear boy, but to what extent? It is very easy to say that you love someone, but you also have to consider what you would do for that person, whether it be giving up things, sacrifice, which I personally feel is the greatest form of love, standing up to those that oppose your love, or if the person you love is no longer at your side, whether or not you would give up your life to be with them. But then again, what do I know of love?"
These words sunk into me like the rain sinking into the earth after a hurricane. I had never really considered this as I was really new to real love and was terrified of losing her. But I know that what Juliet and I have is very real and I don't need Shakespeare to tell me whether or not it's real because I don't need his opinion. That being said, that question struck at me very hard and even though I didn't show it on the outside, I continued to be bothered by that question, even as I continued my story to the old statue. He had then frozen in place, almost as if he was actually trying to listen this time and not try to knock me off to my death.
"So, Juliet & me, we decided that we'd carry on despite the feud. It was great," I continued, smiling at the wonderful memories of her and I back in the Old Lawrence place, the first time I had really ever been happy. "But then my best mate Benny found out, and then Tybalt, who's a right piece of work, by the way, crashed a trowel through Benny's hat."
I then relived my anger at Benny and Tybalt: Benny for ruining my chances with Juliet and for Tybalt for being Tybalt, smashing Benny's hat and then getting smashed himself so that I ended up out here, away from the girl I love. I then continued my story to Shakespeare.
"And I was so livid that I attacked Tybalt and he ended up getting smashed, which wasn't my fault."
I emphasized this point as it was Tybalt's own fault that he was smashed and I tried to save him, but he wouldn't listen to me. I felt horrible for what happened to him, but he got what he deserved.
"And I was chased out. Exiled. Stuck up here on your head, far away from Juliet."
I let out a sad sigh at the last words I spoke. This feeling of loneliness was the most painful thing that I had felt since the day I watched my father die. I spent so many days crying alone and not really ever showing my real emotions to anyone until I met Juliet. Keeping all your feelings inside you is a very painful thing to do and I honestly mastered it in the last days years. No one saw my grief for my father as I had made it seem. Now, I was miles away from the girl I loved and I had no idea how to get back to her or what had happened to her since I was stolen away from my home. I can only hope and pray that she's still alive and knows that I will come back for her. But in the meantime, the time I have been away from her is more painful than when I had to part from her to return to my garden. There is a huge difference from being apart from someone you care about and having them only be a short walk away from you and being a great deal away from them and having no idea how to get back to them or when that will happen.
Then Shakespeare started moving again but not enough to make me fall off his head thankfully. It seems like when Shakespeare talked of anything but drama and theater was when he actually moved around normally and was more considerate of whomever he was talking to. This seemed like one of those times. Despite my sad expression, he continued on in extreme joy and excitement.
"Extraordinary!" he said, becoming mobile again and actually seeming interested in what I had said to him. "Your story, it... it does put me in mind of another."
"It does?" I said, looking up from my sadness.
"Oh indeed, yes! There are REMARKABLE similarities!" he said, very excitedly.
I assumed that the story he was thinking of must've had a similar situation that Juliet and I had: two lovers who were torn apart and forced to be separated from one another. If I could take any experience with Juliet and I, our love was a lot stronger than any fight or struggle that we had gone through and somehow, when I get home to her, all those troubles will mean nothing. I imagined it was like that for the lovers in the story Shakespeare was speaking of. But as Shakespeare was continuing to move around a lot, I struggled to stay on top of his head without falling off.
"What happens? Do they get back together then?" I asked, looking down at Shakespeare and putting my left hand out.
"Get back together?" Shakespeare asked, repeating my question. Then he seemed to be visibly uncomfortable as he answered my question. "No, no exactly."
Alright, now I was officially confused. If these two people are separated by forces that they can't control, surely they would fight to find a way to get back to each other again. If these two people loved one another as much as Juliet and I do, then they probably would've done everything they could to make it back to be together and eventually would've been victorious. What the bloody hell does he mean they don't get back together?
"What exactly do you mean?" I asked, beyond confused at what game he was pulling, and standing up on his head to get a better view of him. This would later become one of the stupidest ideas that I would ever have and even today, I look at it as one of the stupidest things I've ever done, and that includes getting my head stuck in the Red Garden's fence after trying to kiss Juliet.
Shakespeare then got very excited once again
"Well now, it's really is quite good!" he said, quite pleased with himself, and as he continued to speak, I would find it more and more difficult to keep myself from falling off of Shakespeare as he would continue to get more and more into the drama and excitement of his plays and the amount of emotion that they contained. He seemed to be quite the drama queen himself, honestly.
"She feigns her death," he continued and moved very suddenly and I almost lost my balance, keep in mind that I was still standing up on his head. "He finds her, thinks her dead," and with these words, I lost my balance, but thankfully, fell stomach first onto the cowl of Shakespeare's head, desperately holding on for dear life. "Thinks her dead, takes out his own life! She wakes, finds him death, takes her life. Both dead!"
BOTH OF THEM DEAD? YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT?!
But Shakespeare didn't take mind of me as usual and got very into his character, the intensity of his speech growing and growing with each of his words. Me? I was trying to process his story and my horror and outrage combined with my determination to not fall to my death. But it became harder and harder as Shakespeare got more and more invested into his speech.
"EXEUNT! Omnes! The end! Curtain! STANDING OVATION! BRAVO! BRAVO! Author, AUTHOR!"
With the last of his words, he took a very large bow, causing me to fall off of his head. Yes, I was very close to being smashed but thankfully, I thought as quickly as I did when those prats were tossing me around like a football and grabbed onto the closest thing near me to avoid falling: his quill, which thankfully was just in my reach. I looked up at him as soon as I was sure that I had a good grip on the quill and I began to rant.
Are you kidding me? They both kill themselves? Why? Because some bloody prat thought that it would be symbolic to kill the two lovers to end their parents' hate instead of having them overcome that after all that they had suffered through together? Why do they have to die for the actions that their families did to cause them to be apart and keep their love a secret? Why do they have to die? What was their crime? Their only crime was that they loved each other enough to defy their families and everything that they had known their whole life just so they could be together. I blinked. I realized that these two lovers were in the exact same position that Juliet and I were. Did that mean that we were destined to die in order to end this feud between our families like the lovers in Shakespeare's story? But why? Because we loved each other? We are destined to die because we defied everything that we had been raised on in order to be together? No. I won't accept that! I won't! Why should we punished for something that was completely out of control? I was beyond horrified but mainly, I was furious! This ending was bullocks!
"What did you say!? They both die?! What kind of an ending is that!?" I demanded, barely holding onto Shakespeare's quill.
Shakespeare then pulled his quill up so that he could look at me face to face. I was going to give a piece of my mind and try to keep my grip on this thing barely keeping me from falling to the ground.
"My dear boy, this is a tragedy!" Shakespeare said, without sympathy. It's almost like he was perfectly OK with killing two innocent people who did absolutely nothing wrong except falling in love with each other!
"Yeah you telling me, mate. It's rubbish!" I shouted at him.
"Rubbish?!" Shakespeare said, angrily, almost insulted that I said something like that to him. I didn't care if he was offended.
"There's got to be a better ending than that!" I shouted. I refuse to die for something out of my control or for something I didn't intend to happen. I didn't plan on falling in love with Juliet and she didn't plan on falling in love with me, but it happened and it's real. We defied everything we know to be together and we don't deserve to die for that. We deserve so much more than death.
"Well, I suppose he could have made it back time to avert disaster," Shakespeare said, taking my words into consideration, but still not understanding that he wasn't being at all careful with me and that I could fall and die at any minute because of his carelessness. "But I like the whole death part better!"
And with those final words, I accidentally lost my grip on his quill, causing myself to gasp and have great fear take over my entire being as I began to fall.
"Oh dear."
YOU BLOODY PRAT!
I then began falling and as I did, I shouted in fear the whole way down. The thing that I was trying to avoid in this whole hour had finally caught up to me: being smashed as a result of falling from over a hundred feet and never making it back to Juliet and never having a small chance of us living our lives together. We were so close to finally being together without all the complications of the feud and pain of being apart from each other when we really belonged together. That chance was stolen away from us by our families' hate and now I was beyond heartbroken, because I would never get to really be with the girl that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. After ten years of extreme pain and sorrow of losing my father, I had finally found happiness with Juliet. The storm of hate and rage had finally subsided when I met her. From the very first moment I saw her did my heart fly to her service, and when our eyes met, I knew that I would belong to her for the rest of my life, that no one would ever have my heart the way that she did. So this was the end? Death far away from Juliet and never being able to ever see her again. I can't think of anything worse than that.
As I prepared for the end by watching the hard, cold ground that would be my demise, something extraordinary happened that I did not expect. Mere moments before I was about to smash into a million pieces, out of nowhere, Featherstone leap into action, breaking my fall with his body, and saving my life. I had no idea how he got here or how exactly he found me, but I was alive because of him and that was all that mattered.
"Whoo-hoo!" he said.
"FEATHERSTONE!" I said happily. I had never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life. I would be forever in debt to Featherstone not only for saving my life but also for keeping Juliet and I together. I was just happy that I might have a chance to get back home to her now.
"One word..." he said, breathing in deeply and becoming full again. I could see that breaking my fall had caused a dent in him that was quickly fixed. "Plastic!"
Although I was beyond overjoyed to see him again, I still had no idea how he knew where I was or how he found me.
"How did you find me?" I asked, still beyond happy to be alive. Then Shroom raced into my arms and I had my answer. "Shroom!"
"He sniffed you out! And he doesn't have a nose, I checked!" Featherstone assured me.
Of course. I should've known. Shroom had brought him here. Shroom had been the only one to see me alive after the truck almost smashed and killed me. After he saw me getting dragged off by that bloody mutt, he must've been determined to not let me die. He never gave up looking for me and trying to save me, even if no one else could understand his language the way that I could. He must've been trying to tell Featherstone this whole time that I was still alive and that they had to come and save him. I had said that Shroom was my last hope of getting back home and he hadn't let me down. I couldn't be more lucky to have such a loyal and faithful friend.
"Yeah! I knew I could count on you, you button head!"
Shroom immediately jumped out of my arms and down to the ground and began hopping up and down like a madman. I knew that that meant he had something absolutely urgent to tell me and by the looks of things, had been trying to explain to Featherstone, who couldn't understand his language.
"What is it, boy?" I asked. News of Juliet. Please say that she's alright, that she knows I'm alive and that I'm coming home for her as soon as I could. Featherstone sighed in annoyance, seeming as though he hadn't understood a word that Shroom had been trying to tell him for however long they had been traveling to find me.
"Oh he hasn't stopped! Yakedy yakedy yak!" he said, irritated, and mocking Shroom. "He's been going on and on since the alley: 'Chocolates in stranger. Chocolate's in stranger. Chocolate's in stranger...'"
"Gnomeo! We need to go home now! Juliet's in danger!" Shroom said.
My blood ran cold.
"Juliet's in danger?!" I cried in fear.
My worst fears had come true. I didn't know the specifics or what was going on, but I knew one thing: the love of my life was in danger. She was in danger and what had I been doing? Wasting time talking to this insensitive and clueless prat when I could've been rushing home to save her. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? I thought I knew better than this!
"No, that's not it..." But as he said the words, Featherstone then felt the horror and panic that I was feeling at the realization of Juliet's well being. "Juliet's in danger!"
But despite Featherstone's realization of what Shroom had been trying to explain for however long they had been out looking for me, Shroom didn't stop talking. I barely registered Featherstone's words and directed all my attention at what Shroom was trying to say to me. But what more he had to say was far worse than the news he had brought me of Juliet being in danger.
"She thinks you're dead!" Shroom said in a panic.
My eyes widened and my heart stopped. So I wasn't hearing things earlier: Juliet thought that I had died and in thinking so, screamed my name out in utter and pure agony and sadness. I didn't want to believe that tone of voice when I heard it. It was the sound of ultimate suffering and I know because that's how I screamed out for my father the day that I watched him die. Now, Juliet thinks I'm dead and my worst fears had been confirmed. My heart ached more than it had since we had been separated and I began to feel panic. I know from experience that grief will do horrible things to your rational thinking and I was hoping and even begging fate to please have her still be alive. No, what am I saying? She couldn't have done anything irrational like what I'm fearing she could do to herself. Could she?
"She wants to die as well and be with you," he finished.
I stopped in complete horror. She tried to kill herself to be with me. I know Shakespeare had asked me if I loved Juliet that much that I would ultimately die for her or want to die as well if she was no longer with me, but now that it was right in front of me, I was even more unsure of my answer. She loves me that much? I mean, I knew that she loved me as much as I love her but I never would've thought that if given the opportunity after learning I was dead, that she would try to take her life without a second thought. I was too horrified and terrified that I had completely lost her and that I would never see her again. Shroom had probably been gone from the Blue Garden for a long time when he was trying to find me and who knows what Juliet would've done to herself since then. I began panicking to the point where I lost track of rationality.
"And Benny is planning something absolutely terrible that is going to destroy both gardens and probably kill everyone, including Juliet! If we don't hurry, she will willingly die in the tragedy that is about to happen!"
And to top it all, Benny being Benny was about to do something incredibly stupid without thinking it through and without considering how it was going to affect everyone, not just our enemies. No. They're not my enemies anymore and they can't continue to be. If I want to be with Juliet, it can't be because we are constantly running away from those that would oppose us. I began to realize in that moment that Juliet and I can't keep running away from our families if we want to be together. If our love was strong enough for us to defy the feud to be together, then why couldn't it be strong enough to put an end to this feud together? I know I said I would give up my family for her, but I don't want them to live out their rest of their lives with pointless hate that was destroying them and they didn't even realize it. No, I won't let her kill herself out of extreme anger and sadness. We're both still alive and we still have each other and for that, we can't die yet.
"Told you so!" Shakespeare said, quite proud of himself.
And with Shakespeare's words, a fire lit up inside of me. No. She's not dead. Not my Juliet, she can't be. We're not going to die just because we fell in love with someone we were supposed to view an enemy. It wasn't our fault that this happened; it just happened because it was meant to be. We were meant to be together and I'm not about to let Benny once again take away the one person in my life that I love beyond all rationality.
"Come on, boys." I got on Featherstone's back along with Shroom, with determination of getting back to Juliet and saving her. I just hope that I'm not too late. "I've got to get back to Juliet and save her!"
We then began to run for it and try to get back to Verona Drive as quickly as we possibly could, but we didn't leave without Shakespeare wanting to have the last word and continue to discourage me of any hope of finding Juliet and getting back home to her.
"That's what he said but she was dead before he got home!" he arrogantly shouted down to us as we continued to get farther and farther away from him.
No, he's wrong. He has to be wrong. We haven't done anything wrong to deserve death and sadness. We just fell in love with each other and what's so wrong about that?
"WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT!" I shouted back at him defiantly, not letting him get in my head the way that he wanted to. I was not going to let him effect me.
As Featherstone began racing back to Verona Drive, I began panicking. What if Shakespeare was right? What if Juliet was gone when I got back? What if she was lost to me forever? What if I get home and everything I know and love is destroyed and ruined because of what Benny is going to do? What if I'm the only Gnome alive when I get back? What if Shakespeare was right and our love was doomed from the moment that we met and that we had no chance at being happy or being together?
I tried to push those thoughts that Shakespeare had made me consider and that extreme worry that Juliet was dead after falsely thinking that I had died right in front of her when that truck supposedly killed me when it really didn't. I resented that truck for coming and causing me to go halfway across Stratford, far away from her and causing her to think that I was dead and causing her the extreme pain and sorrow that I hoped to never cause her as a result of us being together. But the one thought that wouldn't leave me was Shakespeare's question:
"Would you die for her if the time came? Or would you want to die if she was dead?"
I was still not sure of my answer to that question because of how sudden and out of nowhere it was but it was a valid question. Did I love Juliet enough to die for her or even want to die myself? I know that I loved her with all my heart and soul and that I was willing to give up my old life to be with her as well as fight tooth and nail to stay alive to get back to her, but I had never considered Shakespeare's question in my entire time being with her because it never crossed my mind. I know I was going to fight to get back to her and save her before all hell breaks lose. The character in Shakespeare's story was completely devastated when he found his true love dead and was so overcome with grief that he knew that he wouldn't be able to live anymore. When the female character found him dead, she knew that she couldn't live without him either and so she took her own life just to be with him. As much as I hated the sadness of that ending, it is proof that those two loved each other beyond all doubt and would rather die than to try to face their lives without each other. I hadn't experienced the same amount of grief that Juliet was currently facing, so she knew the answer to Shakespeare's question better than I did. She wanted to die to be with me after she witnessed the false smashing. If the roles were reversed, would I have reacted the same way she did and want to end all that I am instead of living out the rest of my days in grief?
Well, let's think about it. If Juliet was taken away from me forever, I know for a fact that I would be overtaken with extreme anger and sadness. If I was never able to see Juliet again, I know for a fact that I probably spend the rest of my days in a deep pit of depression, never able to come out of it. But if Juliet died, I think I would be like the character in Shakespeare's story who was so beyond himself with grief that he decided to not live without her and go join her in death. But at the same time, I didn't know because again, that hadn't happened to me in the time that I had been with Juliet.
I shook these thoughts out of my head because I had no time to consider them because I had to get back there and put a stop to all this and save the love of my life before Benny's plan took her from me or before she could do anything else to herself.
But I think I know one thing.
If all else fails, myself have power to die.
That's it! Hope you enjoyed it! Again, I hope I got Shakespeare right as I have been wanting to write him so badly since I started this story! Keep in mind that I do love Shakespeare, but at this point, Gnomeo does not and who can blame him? He basically just told him that he has no future with the girl he loves and that he might as well not fight to get her back and let's not forget that he did almost cause him to die multiple times during their conversation.
ANYWAY!
Next Chapter: Where Gnomeo and Juliet find each other again and make the ultimate sacrifice for each other.
Again, thank you to those who reviewed and waited patiently for the story to continue. I do apologize but I was serious about my schoolwork. It has become a living hell for me and thankfully, the pressure is starting to go away as I am graduating in 20 days. I now have more time to write and I honestly forgot how much I missed doing it before. So please bare with me as you have done so far and I'm grateful, so I will never wait that long to update ever again. I promise. You guys are honestly the best and I'm really glad you didn't give up on me and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. Thank you again.
Please REVIEW! 6 reviews or more! You know the drill!
Until Next time!
Signed
kagomehater4ever
