sage walked up to him, face-to-face, (they didn't have one of those cute ten inch height differences) and whispered, "the magic of wanting to stay with you, r. i've got this right."
they both had smiled gently before romeo announced he had to go to work.
[end of flashback]
sage was so deeply positive he was going to propose to her on that trip, despite them being so, so young. but that wouldn't be unreasonable to anyone who had know the former couple. the two had begun dating freshman year of high school. fresh-faced and the definition of awkward, their friendship that bloomed in the classes they shared soon grew and matured to unbridled, unbreakable endearment.
and now, it all haunted her. all of the remnants of him hung in her room. still crying, she could almost feel herself being asphyxiated by his cologne she knew very, very well wasn't there. polaroids crammed over every inch of one half of her dorm featured him frequently.
hell, his old shirts clogged her dresser.
it was overwhelming. slowly lumbering across her room, she found a box laden with many, many spiral-bound notebooks. someone, she couldn't remember who, had gifted her the complete collection of the 'dear america' when she was seven. and to say she was infatuated would be an understatement. from that moment, she kept diaries in the form of spiral bound notebooks religiously from the age of seven to fourteen. every single hope, dream, failed spelling test, friend, and petty schoolyard drama was noted in childish detail in progressively improving handwriting.
she only stopped when the homework load and stress of her future reared their great ugly heads a month into freshman year of high school. she only detailed the important things when she had time or was bored.
"important things" being casual short hand for "romeo aven".
so she did what she hadn't done since her first year of college, and cracked open the least-full notebook. she tried her hardest to not let her eyes wander to the left page that was crammed full of details of (unknowingly) her last hurrah with romeo. uncapping a pen and with her hand still shaking, page getting wet with her tears, she wrote twelve words.
now i wish we never met, cause you're too hard to forget.
✿ ✘ ✿ ✘✿ ✘✿ ✘✿ ✘✿ ✘
see, this is the shit that happens when you date a guy named after a character from a shakespearean tragedy. sage bitterly thinks she's lucky to not to be juliet. their families, oh my god their families, were knitted so closely, not partaking in deathly duels. their dead attraction wasn't derived from their physical appearances. she wasn't marrying a fully grown man and being coerced into pregnancy, and he wasn't an outcast murder.
she was also still alive. and so was romeo.
it was 3am, and the moonlight invaded her tiny dorm room. laying flat on her back, still in her clothes from that day, bags under her eyes getting heavier, she felt as though she was being tested. the moonlight was suddenly cold, the stars had lied. the stars and the moon were consumed by another romeo memory.
[flashback]
oh, that stupid, romantic, charming boy. it's really like he drowned in a combination of star-related tumblr quotes and astrology. not to mention the cherry on top.
lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me
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