Romeo Juliet Ending Novels & Stories

The lights strobe once, twice — and Allie steps off the edge. She lands on the cushion. The flowers close over her. She goes still. This is the ending: Juliet at rest. Romeo beside her. Two lovers transforming, in the narrator's voice, into something the world cannot separate. She lies there and stares up at the lights and lets herself finally, quietly, wonder if he came. Liam. Whether he's out there — whether that cold phone call was exhaustion and meetings and nothing at all, whether she's been catastrophizing a single bad minute—

The Council members watched them prosper and told each other it was good for the Mafia that this Romeo and Juliet story had such a happy ending. The End

I say as I look at my teacher whose observing me with amusement evident on his face "When Romeo is misinformed that Juliet faked her death, he kills himself inside of her tomb," I say as I put emphasis on the word faked "When Juliet wakes up and sees that Romeo is actually dead, she kills herself. And in the end the families unite together and grieve" I say with an eye roll "I just think that the decisions were stupid" I say which earns me some gasps from students "Well I think that they had the right idea" I hear Easton say which makes me turn towards him

"Cast list went up an hour ago. You got Juliet." Something in my chest lifted anyway. Stupid, considering everything else sitting on top of me right then, but it lifted all the same. I'd auditioned back before things fell apart with Gray. Before any of this. Some small, dumb part of me had hoped we'd both land the leads and get to stand on a stage together again, the way we used to as kids doing elementary school plays with paper crowns and bedsheet togas. "Who got Romeo?" I asked, already bracing for a name I barely knew. Some junior. Somebody from drama club I'd exchanged maybe six words with in three years.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

Perhaps I was the only one who felt happy. Just as I took a bite of the orange, Ruth suddenly pointed at the screen and shouted, "Candice, why was John Hudson holding an umbrella for you? Was he trying to pursue you?" The topic shifted to me. I shook my head and replied, "No, he was just being nice." Ruth pressed on, "Too bad he didn't come today. He was clearly into you. You should consider him. I think you two would make a good couple."

After the wedding ended, Eugene brought me home. To help me put on this act, he had spent a fortune buying a villa as our "marital home." The interior had been designed exquisitely, every detail matching the style I loved. A bouquet of red roses sat in the living room with a card tucked inside. When I opened it, I instantly recognized the handwriting. "I'm sorry. I came too late.—Eugene." He was apologizing on behalf of his 19-year-old self.

And that terrified me more than anything else ever had. Sebastian gave me a small, sad smile. "I'll still love you, Zaire." he said quietly. "I probably always will. But I can't spend the rest of my life begging you to love me back." He looked deeply into my eyes. "So if you walk away from me today... then that's it." He took a shaky breath. "I'm done." I just stared at him, my chest hurting so much. Everything from last night came rushing back. Every touch. Every kiss. Every word. Followed by everything things else that brought us to this moment.

Now, those star-crossed lovers could spend the rest of their lives together behind bars. I was just about to lock my phone when a message popped up. It was a reminder that I would start work tomorrow. I smiled and typed back a quick, "Noted." The ones who had hurt me had finally gotten what they deserved. And me? I was boarding a plane, ready to begin my new life overseas.