𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
Disclaimer: This is not going to be a very realistic chapter and I am fully aware of that but this book is a work of fiction and I happen to be the author of it. So please, no hate. Thank you!
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Gio's POV:
I've never understood why people think Romeo and Juliet is such a good love story. I mean, what's so great about two naive teens dying in the name of something they didn't actually experience? Why did they have to kill themselves? There was so much more for them to live for.
Yet the moment I lose Rosary, it dawns on me why they cut their lives short (and it's not because they were being dramatic). I think that in the little time they had known each other, Romeo and Juliet became a source of understanding in the other one's life.
While they were together, Juliet could finally be herself without having to worry about what her controlling parents might think or do. For Romeo, being with Juliet meant he could talk with someone who didn't treat him like he was fragile.
Either way, they were able to understand each other, and once they got a taste of how good life could be, neither of them were willing to give it up. They couldn't see a future without the other one in it and so they made sure there wouldn't be one.
So where does that leave me?
I don't have much time to dwell on my thoughts though because as my head lays on Rosary's chest, I begin to hear her heart faintly beating. My body freezes with shock and I listen for her heartbeat again to make sure I'm not going insane.
And there it is; the faint sound of her heart fighting to keep her alive. Without my consent, hope begins to well up in my chest.
"Dr. Williams, I hear her heart beating. She's not dead, do something," I urge.
"Unfortunately that is a part of the dying process for some people. Their hearts can beat in intervals for up to five minutes after initially flatlining. I'm sorry Giovanni."
As soon as that hope came, it disappeared.
"But we will wait five minutes and see if it is still beating."
On instinct, I reach out and grab Rose's hand praying to whoever or whatever is in control of fate.
Five minutes.
I know she can do it.
The next five minutes seem to last five years. I hold my breath when we reach four minutes and thirty seconds. So far, her heart has been beating the whole time with only a few palpitations.
