No. I cannot believe it. I woke up from my sleep, and saw Romeo next to me- dead. An empty chalice lay next to him; he poisoned himself. I have kissed him, but as I have not died yet, I shall stab myself with his knife. Life without my husband is not life at all, and I'd rather die than be without him as the wife of Paris.
My guess is that Romeo did not get the message, and thought I was dead. He killed himself for me.
I will leave this book in my hand, for our families to learn of us. They should know why their daughter and son died.
We loved. We married. We died together.
This is our story.
Goodbye, my friends and family (Montagues included.)
Juliet Capulet-Montague
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