The friar was mistaken. No soul hath yet approached the tomb. I have many moments still until one does. I shall use these moments to mourn the death of my husband, and to record my final thoughts in his sacred memoir. My name is Juliet Capulet. After Romeo left for Mantua, I was informed of what was expected of me. My betrothal to County Paris would have been this morn. The good friar, however, proposed that I instead drink the contents of a vial given me. My heartbeat would cease, my consciousness flee. I would appear dead. The friar was to send a letter to Romeo, informing him of this plan. But a greater power than we could contradict hath thwarted that scheme. We were to flee this wretched town forever, but that shall never come to pass. Romeo lies now dead before me, with Paris, whom he did slay. As I read his final words to me, it has occurred that I am now just as mad. No life belonging to me now lies outside of this tomb. My sweet Romeo hath left to poison for myself to consume. Instead, his dagger must suffice. I would I could express my love once more. My written word, however, will make do. My dearest Romeo, I love you. -
And, tah dah! Finished! What did you think? Review and let me know your opinion please! And as soon as I get it back, I'll let you guys know my grade on this project too! Not that you care, but, you know.
EDIT: Guess who got an A and some serious praise from her teacher about how good her writing skills were? Yup, this girl ;D
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