In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Heat rose to my cheeks.

Shit.

Why did he have to go along and say that?

MARINA: what about Romeo?

MERCUTIO: I love him like a brother, but he’s been too obsessed to focus on much else besides your best friend.

MARINA: ah. You make a good point

MERCUTIO: Fuck it, I’m not going to the party tomorrow night.

MARINA: theres another party? Ive lost track by now. What will you do instead?

MERCUTIO: Havent figured that out yet… I’m a free man now. I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Like… Like go read a book or something.

MARINA: u can read?

MERCUTIO: I already told you that at the park, Pazza.

MARINA: rip. Anywho, I think it was your turn to ask?

MERCUTIO: Truth or dare?

MARINA: truth

MERCUTIO: The day I took you to the park. What triggered the panic attack?

My blood ran cold. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? But my thumbs moved against my better judgement, typing out a message that was much too close to the truth.

MARINA: i don’t like being pinned down. idk. it just made me a bit uncomfortable.

MERCUTIO: Did something happen, Marina? You don’t have to tell me what. I think I know. But just… yes or no.

I stared at the message for a long time, frozen in place. He wasn’t supposed to know—No one was. Not even Juliet knew, and she was my best friend.

So why was I typing out an honest response?

MARINA: yes. but I want to know what you suspect.

MERCUTIO: I’d rather not say it when I can’t be there to comfort you again.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Why did he care?

MARINA: say. it.

MERCUTIO: You were raped.

The word hit me like a punch in the face. No, not a punch. It felt as if someone had driven a sword through my gut. Or a bullet through my heart.

My hands began to tremble, fingers tightening around my phone.

Stupid, stupid girl..

MARINA: guess i really need to work on my acting skills..

(Oh, Marina…)

MERCUTIO: Deep breaths, Marina. Remember that, okay?

I was far past that right now, my throat constricting, my lungs refusing to take in oxygen.

MARINA: why do you care?

MERCUTIO: Marina, I need to you tell me you’re breathing.

MARINA: i can’t.

It took me nearly five minutes to type out those two, simple words. Nausea tore at my gut, causing bile to rise to my constricted throat. I barely managed to swallow it down, shaking as I awaited his response.

MERCUTIO: I know this isn’t going to help you much. But I care about you, okay? I don’t want to see anything happen to you. Please, just inhale. You don’t have to exhale just yet.

MARINA: im trying. why do you care about me?

MERCUTIO: Because you can look past the war and see people on the other side. You helped me when you didn’t have to. You get me. I don’t want to lose you.

I stared at the message for a solid ten minutes, uncomprehending. What? Since when does he care this much?

MARINA: ill be fine. no big deal. and don’t tell anyone. not even Juliet knows, and I want to keep it that way.

MERCUTIO: Your secret is safe with me.

(Oh my gosh thank you for ripping my heart into little tiny pieces and then trampling them)