Today started out as such an amazing day but ended with pain, death, and suffering. I had just married my beloved Romeo. I was happiest girl in Verona. Nothing could bring me down, or so I thought. I wished the sun would hurry up and set so night would come immediately. I wanted night to come so my beloved Romeo would come and leap into my arms. I could not stop dreaming about my love. When my nurse came in I was waiting to see what news she had about Romeo. She had the rope ladder that Romeo had told her to fetch. She looked so upset like she had just witnessed someone she loved die in front of own eyes. She just keep screaming, “He’s been killed! He’s dead!” She would not tell me what happened. Then the next sentence that came out of her mouth, broke my heart. The nurse said, “Romeo, who would have thought it would have been you.” I keep asking her what had happened to Romeo. It was torture waiting. But what she told me next was the worst news I could have ever been told. She had been talking about Tybalt while I was trying to see what happened to my poor Romeo. She then said, “I wish I had not lived long enough to see him dead.” My heart sank to the bottom of the ocean, as deep as it could go. Tybalt, my cousin, my blood, dead but, I still did not know what happened to my beloved husband. I keeped questioning the nurse then she finally answered. That is when my heart shattered to pieces and could never be fixed again. My dear cousin killed my husband. Romeo had been banished. I had lost two people that I loved, Romeo and Tybalt. I was angry at Romeo but how could I stay that way. He was not born that was and it was not his fault. Nurse told me how I could I say such good things about the man that killed my cousin, but he was also my husband. The banishment of my love is worse than the death of ten thousand Tybalts. The nurse told me to go to my room and wait. She was going to find my husband to comfort me tonight. Hours later, when it was finally night, Romeo came. My poor Romeo, why do want to leave so soon. It is barely daybreak. You had barely heard the nightingale my love not the lark. He had said it was the lark, the bird that sings at dawn, and told me if he would stay his death would come. Our only chance to see eachother was if he left. The nurse came in, saying my mother wanted to speak to me. Romeo had to leave before my mother saw him. Romeo had just told me to give one more kiss and then a farewell goodbye. My mother came in and asked me if I was going to cry over my cousins death forever. She called my husband a villian for killing Tybalt. I had to act like I was mad at my love because my family still does not know about our marriage. If my grief was not enough, my mother and my father decided that I must marry Paris. I said thank you but I refused to marry him. My father was very angry. He said that I was a disobedient and worthless girl. My father told me that if I do not marry Paris, I can not live under his roof. He told me I can beg, starve, and die in the streets. He sweared on his soul that he would never take me back. I could never believe that god could bestow such pain and suffering in one day. Why me?