dropping the vile, she curled up next to the man lying on the bed
she'd always thought he looked so serene when he slept she ran her fingers along his chest creeping up to the dip above the collar bone and back down to his ribs tracing little patterns near his heart
eternally loving him, knowing there would never be another...
her hand floated up and down making the smallest of motions with the most kind precision.
before drifting off, and joining him in the only slumber which lasts forever...
how i pictured Juliet's last moments next to Romeo (she died after he did...right?)