be in vain...

"The groom and the bride, the party crashers, the secret's hiders, the vowe ...", words broke under the weight of Tybalt's emotions. The rain hid his flowing tears and concealed the silhouette, making him look like a shadow among the tombstones. He recited from memory all the titles he used to parody his friends, which now sounded dignified, even ephasizing the loss, "... the newlyweds, the happy couple, the meddling kids, the wedding night's lovers, the everlasting ..."

He didn't finish, because he saw Rosaline among the gathered crowd. The woman sobbed as much as he did, a sincere cry, which only made the Prince of Cats more angry with every new tear of her.

"I will not lie, I have no prepared words for this tragedy, this is not a toast ...", Tybalt raised his head higher, as if to wash away all the sins of the last days, months, years, "... this is a promise, that I will not let Romea and Julius be in vain. They have given us more than peace, love and unity, they have given us hope, that we will not end up as animals jumping at each other's throats in the dying industry of pet food. We're better and more noble than that."

Murmurs of understanding echoed through the throng. They looked at each other, reflecting on his speech, agreeing with one thing, no one wanted the status quo to return. A plan for coronation of a new head with two crowns was born in their minds, and shared stare was drawn to one candidate they thought of. The Prince of Cats was not delighted with their gaze.

Tybalt descended from the pedestal in front of the tomb, giving way to the parents of the deceased. He did not stay for their mourning, he could not bear all those looks.

The Prince of Cats grabbed Rosaline by the arm and dragged her to the shelter at the cemetery chapel. He pressed her agnist the stone wall.

"Are you happy now?", Tybalt was screaming without realizing it, "I helped you, I became what you wanted, I took **** on your behalf. Was your ire, or any riches worth it?"

"... Not at all ... It's my fault. Blame only me", Rosaline's head fell on his chest. She clutched the forehead agnist him. Her fingers tightly gripped his suit jacket, "I shattered them just as love for him shattered me."

The woman regretted everything, every bad thought, every insult she planned, the broken brakes. The guilt arose inside her like rust, but it was too late for any repentance.