Romeo and Rosaline - 36

A white snowflake passed between them. Tybalt looked down at her for a considerable time before slowly nodding his head.

“…Alright, if that’s what you want.”

He grabbed a passing soldier, giving them a command. Shortly after, a supply soldier who appeared to be in charge guided them to a building used as a warehouse. It was a sturdy structure built with bricks, not a simple tent. On the high parts of the walls, glass-encased candles glowed dimly, indicating that it was a well-maintained place.

The soldier gestured inside.

“If you go deep inside, it should be on the left. There were no specific instructions, but I heard that it was kept just in case.”

“Thank you.”

Tybalt gave a casual greeting and was about to enter with Rosaline, but she suddenly stopped.

“I want to go in alone.”

The soldier couldn’t hide their bewildered expression.

“It’s a warehouse within the military compound. There’s even food supplies, but what can we trust…”

Tybalt grabbed the shoulder of a soldier who was about to approach Rosaline.

“The Incarnation of Kata seems to be unstable. Be flexible about it.”

“…….”

“It’s a precarious time where you’d never know whose head might be blown off.”

The icy soldier glared at Tybalt but eventually relented and opened their mouth.

“If problems arise, it’s definitely the neck of a subordinate that’s at risk.”

“Understood.”

As the soldier disappeared and Rosaline entered the warehouse, the figure standing near the door spoke softly.

“But, Rosaline. Are you really okay?”

“…….”

“You said you wanted to stay, but you looked sad.”

He sounded so much like Juliet, too similar to her tone. Even the content of his words pierced sharply without consideration.

Rosaline laughed without meaning.

“Did I look happy when I was in Capulet?”

He had an ‘ah’ expression. He acknowledged silently, obediently keeping his thoughts to himself.

“That was presumptuous of me.”

He added, “I’ll wait until you come out,” and closed the door. She stared at the darkened door and remembered his kindness. The kindness of Capulet was nothing but deception to her.

Of course, there was a time when she yearned for that fleeting tenderness. But now that she knew it only suffocated her, there was no reason to care about him.

Only Romeo, who stirred overwhelming emotions within her, mattered.

After sighing, Rosaline could finally inspect the interior. The faint scent of the military compound filled the air, and although there were no weapons, there were piles of cloth, garments, and grains scattered around.

As she went to the corner as the soldier had mentioned, she found her belongings wrapped in a piece of cloth in a small space. It was the clothes she had cut from the ones given to her by the deceased man when she became an Umbra and headed to Arsha. Rosaline sat down as if being chased and unpacked her belongings.

“It’s here.”

After finding what she wanted, tears burst forth. Rosaline smiled brightly, not wiping away the streaming tears like a broken dam.

“To the ugly Rosaline.”

It was the letters he had written to her. It hadn’t been long, so she was able to ask Gabriella to bring them to the monastery. Since then, she kept them rolled up in a small pouch and carried them with her.

[Do you know that when you sleep, your lips are slightly parted? Even if I press your chin to close them, they slowly part again. Conversely, when you pretend to sleep, I can see you rolling your eyeballs under your eyelids. It’s foolish even though nothing can be seen.

By the way, why did you pretend to sleep this morning?

I was staring at you intently, as if I were expecting something, but you didn’t do anything. But tonight you must speak up. I want to know what strange thoughts were going through your tiny head.

From Romeo.

P.S. If you weren’t looking for a kiss, just embarrassed that you overslept, you don’t have to tell me.]

Next to the postscript, a smiley face was lazily drawn.

[In the early morning, you were combing your hair and singing. It sounded like a lullaby. Please let me hear it too. If you want, I can act like a baby.

R.]

[Today, Capulet came to see the prince. When I saw their smug faces, I felt like killing them. But I held back because even if I slit their throats, I don’t it would make you smile.

I want to see you smile.

From a man with worn-out patience.]

Above the word ‘worn-out’ was written, ‘How about it? Doesn’t it seem quite boring and pretentiously literary, like a certain man?’

“I also want to see you smile.”

The smile that lingered on Rosaline’s lips as she chuckled softly quickly disappeared.

I wanted to laugh together and be a source of strength for Romeo, but the more we were together, the more we seemed to drain each other. It was the hardest to endure when he looked the most miserable in my presence.

Then, suddenly, I started to feel resentful. Did I do something wrong? Even though I explained the reasons for leaving him, why does the anger persist? If you can’t let me go, shouldn’t you be able to accept me?

Just as I was rejected by the Capulets, will you also reject me completely?

Surely there must be another way. The few months we spent together in Verona were happier than any other time in my life.

Once again, we…

Bang!

Startled by the loud noise that shook the warehouse, Rosaline stood up. In the middle, a man emerged from the open door, squinting as if he were nailed in place.

“Romeo?”

It was undeniable that he had just come straight from the battlefield, disarmed and covered in dust. Whether he heard her calling or not, he looked at her with a gaze as if trying to ascertain if she was real, lost in his own thoughts.

“I thought you were gone.”

“…….”

“You weren’t there…”

Behind him, or rather outside the door, a faint whimper could be heard. Tybalt had apparently taken a blow to the face and was now lying on the ground, groaning, while a few soldiers approached to help him.

As Rosaline realized this, the door suddenly slammed shut. From within the darkened room, a hand abruptly emerged and grabbed her. Their lips collided with a frightening force as she pressed against his chest.

With one arm around her waist and the other hand entwined in her hair, he held her tightly, his tongue forcefully exploring her mouth. The intensity of the kiss matched the backward stumble they took.

When their backs touched the wall, his sliding hand lifted her thigh and b*ttocks. Rosaline, as if accepting without resistance, wrapped her arms around his neck.

Their gaze locked, their lips parted. With his forehead pressed against hers, he whispered harshly.

“Did that bastard ask you to go together?”

“No…”

“Liar.”

Romeo’s lips twisted as if smiling and crying at the same time.

“It seems I’m tempted to kill you, but it’s nice to see you wrapped around me.”

With one arm still holding her, he gently grasped her arm with his other hand, where the folded end revealed a crumpled letter. Romeo’s cold gaze carried a hint of amusement.

“What is this?”

“…Yours…”

As Rosaline saw a different side of Romeo in the letter, her throat tightened.

“The letter you gave me.”

Romeo tilted his head as if they were about to kiss. His red eyes blocked out all of Rosaline’s vision.

“Burn it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Burn it.”

He pushed her while smiling. Her skirt slid up to her thighs, and his abdomen pressed against hers.

“Absolutely not… Ah!”

He entered without hesitation. The pain was brief. With no gaps between them, their intense connection quickly drenched her. With his hand at her slit and rolled her cl*t, Rosaline’s pained moans turned to moans of pleasure.

“How long are you going to hold onto it?”

He grinned, revealing his teeth. The same lips she loved, now adorned with a cruel expression.

As their eyes met, Rosaline felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Unable to bear the feeling of being so close and yet so far away, she wrapped her legs around his waist so he could plunge to the very tip. The thick surface of his sh*ft pressed against her insides, and her tight inner walls spasmed as the tip of his c*ck touched the end of her v*gina.

“Huaah!”

Rosaline tightened her grip around his neck and let out a moan. He, too, released a deep groan as he reached his cl*max. Without suppressing his wicked laughter, he patted her back.

“Your movements are a sign that you want to get this over with.”

“Ah, no…”

“Should I call it cleverness or wickedness?”

Her cl*max came as the jet of fl*id pulsed, wetting her inner walls and pressing against her stimulation point, and only an animalistic moan filled the air between them. Tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure, while their lower bodies tangled messily.

After a while, when she regained her senses, the letter that had been in her hand was nowhere to be found. Rosaline silently wept for a long time.