romeo,

you truly are fortunes fool; the stars can no longer help you. verona's city walls caved with your presence and the apothecary was digging for your tinkling coins.

why have i become dust in your eyes? why have i been displaced among the common? i suppose it's an uphill battle for such a fiery man of which queen mab has victimised.

your journey has forthcoming tragedies i no longer wish to witness; juliet ever rules in your veins and i am ever bound to the wind.

farewell,

rosaline.