Disclaimer: I do not own Romeo and Juliet.
Author's Note: Because I epically FAIL at Shakespearean language, it is in normal speak. Takes place after the end of the Play. Not one POV.
"Rosaline!" he called as he swerved his way through the crowded market place, "Rosaline!"
A fair young maiden turned around at the call of her name, her eyes scanning the crowd of people for the voice. Her eyes fell upon a young man that was pushing his way through the crowd, waving his arms.
The man reached her and put his hands on his knees, panting from his run in the intense heat. He had tear-stained cheeks and dark purple bags under his sorrowful eyes. His matted hair was carelessly covered by his hat. His clothes were dirty and torn. He smelled of week old cabbage.
"What is it Benvolio?" Rosaline asked impatiently with narrow eyes as she turned her head slightly to try and avoid the smell.
Benvolio straitened up, and stared directly into the girls eyes.
This was the girl that... his cousin... had once loved. It was this girl, that sent his best friend into a spiraling depression. This girl was the reason they had sneaked into the Capulet's party. She was the reason that he had met a new love, and became happy again. Because of her, Tybalt killed Mercutio, and that he killed Tybalt, causing him to be banished. And because he was banished, he was to far away to get the message. Because of her, he had killed Paris, and himself.
It was her fault.
All her fault.
He intended for this meeting to be one of kindness and to find another link to his cousin but, a rage erupted inside him.
"Can't we talk?" Benvolio asked with a hint of anger.
Her eyes narrowed.
Just because their families were friends know did not mean he could come up and pretend that they were friends.
After all, it was his fault.
It was his fault that Romeo went to the party and met her cousin. It was his fault that they fell in love, and that Tybalt and Mercutio were dead. It was his fault that Romeo was banished and that her cusion refused to wed Paris. It was his fault that she faked her death, which caused Romeo to kill Paris, and he to kill himself. Then she had killed herself.
Thanks to him.
All thanks to him.
"I do not want to talk about Romeo-" Benvolio cringed at the name "-or my cousin. So you should just-"
"Why can't we talk about Juliet?" He cut in, she stiffened at the name. Rosaline had never been close with her cousin - or Tybalt - but the death still hit her hard.
"I don't need to talk about her," she said avoiding his gaze, "and even if I did I would not talk about it with you. Our families may be friends but that doesn't mean we are complete open books with each other." she practically snarled the last bit, causing him to do a double take.
He took a step to the right so he was once again in her line of sight. Their eyes locked and their loathing towards each other sparked between them. A magnetic pole of the same heads trying to repel each other. They could just walk away, but then again the couldn't.
"Have you no shame?" Benovolio whispered angrily.
Rosaline understood what he was saying, "Me shameful? What about you? If you hadn't taken Romeo-" Benovolio cringed again "-to the party, she-"
"Because of you he was sent into a depression! You should have talked to Juliet-" She cringed at the name but didn't stop her from cutting in.
"About what? We weren't close unlike you and your cousin!" she fumed her voice rising, several people beginning to take notice and stop and stare, "If anything you should have talked to him!"
"He was a lover not a fighter!" Benvolio said, his voice also rising, "His love for you and his rejection sent him into a depression if you had just-"
"If I just what?" Rosaline scoffed, "Fell for him with love that was not true? And for a Montague? At the time it was not right and even if it was I would not-"
"-You could have-"
"-You should have-"
"It's all your fault!" The yelled at each other in unison, silence echoed though out the people who were closest to them.
Panting heavily, staring each other down, anger boiling in each other eyes. Their eyes digging deep holes into each others. They stood there, for what seemed like an eternity. The people who had stopped to watch had finally pried away their eyes and continued with their daily lives as usual. The sun began to set, giving a faint glow of red streaming over the tops of the buildings.
Finally they calmed down.
Benvolio took a deep breath, "It is my fault-"
"-No, the fault is all mine." Rosaline interjected.
"But I had just-"
"-If I had just-"
"-There was nothing you could have done-"
"-same with you-"
"-no I should not have-"
"-Benovolio!" she said grabbing his shaking shoulders.
That snapped him out of it. He composed himself and looked into each others eyes, not with angry, but with sorrow.
"No..." he whispered as the realization that had hit her hit him.
"Yes," she said softly, "It is not your fault."
"And not yours," he said just as softly.
"It was theirs," they both said together, tears forming in their eyes.
The tears leaked out of their eyes and rolled slowly and calmly down their tear-stained and dirty cheeks.
Rosaline let go of Benvolio's shoulders and wiped her tears away with her sleeve, "There was nothing we could have done."
Benvolio made no move to wipe his overflowing buds of saltwater that coated his face for the hundredth time since the tragedy, "It would have happened eventually."
"They were doomed from the start," Rosaline continued.
They stood in silence once more, tears trickling down their faces, merchants packing up for the night and returning home just like the other patrons of Verona.
The bell tower stuck six; it's chimes echoing through the dead of the evening.
"I should be going," Rosaline finally said, looking away from Benovolio towards the path to the mournful Capulet house.
"As should I," Benvolio replied looking up at the clock.
Without another word the two turned from each other and began walking in the direction of their homes.
"Rosaline?" Benovolio asked, turning around to face her.
They were about thirty feet away now; she turned around.
"Yes?" she asked.
Benvolio smiled, "Thank you."
Rosaline could not help but return the smile. Benvolio turned around and began to walk again, she stayed in the spot until he finally disappeared from sight.
Still smiling, Rosaline turned and began walking home. It felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders - no doubt Benvolio felt the same way.
Although the pain of their cousins deaths still hurt and haunted them... it was dimmed.
For they know accepted the truth.
And had someone to share it with.
Just a short drabble curiosity of the flying plot bunnies - yes my plot bunnies have wings, because of RED BULL! - that come at the most random times when I am just staring at my computer screen not registering what I am doing.
Actually... According to my sister (who is older and had the same Honors English teacher as I do now) I may have an assignment to write something that could possibly take place after the play... and well I'm done! :P
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