Romeo pushed the door to the vault open. Far away, down the aisle, he could see Juliet lying motionless, surrounded by candles. He stepped towards her, tears streaking his face. Romeo walked slowly, passing the crosses dotted around the vault, as if he was in a dream. His beautiful Juliet was dead. Dead from grief of her kinsman Tybalt, who he had killed. She was dead because of him.

Romeo stepped up to where she lay, clothed in the dress she would have worn that morning for her wedding. He closed his eyes as the pain overwhelmed him, to see Juliet lying so still, never to wake again. He looked up for a moment, grief choking him. Leaning over her to place his gun down on the bed beside her, he ascended onto the bed beside her.

"My love, my wife, death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered." He leaned closer to her, his fingers gently caressing her face. "Beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there." He pressed his face to hers, emotions twisting through him like a knife's blade.

"Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?" He spoke to her as if she could hear her. Then Romeo leaned down to kiss Juliet, a single tear tracing down his face.

He reached down to hold one of her hands in his own and snapped the chain holding her wedding ring and slipped it back onto her ring finger. He kissed her hand and then her lips, not noticing her fingers trembling as she began to wake. Juliet herself could hear his voice but only quietly, she could not hear what her lover said but she was comforted in her sleepy haze by his presence. He wrapped his arm over her.

"Here. O here, will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh." Now, his face contorted with grief and pain and he raised a hand to his face to wipe away the tears. Romeo pulled himself up and caressed her face one last time. "Eyes, look your last." He gazed down at her. "Arms, take your last embrace." He lay beside her, pressing his face to hers, his grief overwhelming, holding her in his arms. "And lips, though you the doors to breath, seal with a righteous kiss." He pressed his lips to hers in a last kiss.

As he turned away from her to the poison, Juliet's eyes opened. She smiled when she saw him, thinking that the pain etched on his face was only grief from her supposed death, she didn't see the poison in his hands. Romeo unstoppered the vial and raised it to his lips as Juliet lifted her hand to caress his face. "Dateless bargain to engrossing death." Romeo said. He tipped the poison down his throat just as Juliet's hand touched his face.

He turned towards her, grabbing her hand, shock coursing through his body. Instantly, he could feel the poison working through his body. "Romeo?" Juliet exclaimed at the shock evident on his face, sitting up, as he collapsed onto the bed beside her. He stared at her, the poison preventing him from speaking. His breathing was heavy and forced and he choked and coughed. How is this possible? You're alive when you lay dead only a moment ago! You are alive, and I am grateful for that, he tried to say but the pain convulsing him was too great. Then Juliet saw the empty vial of poison clutched in Romeo's hand.

"What's here?" Romeo was unable to answer her. "Poison. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? Now kiss thy lips, may some poison yet doth hang on them." She pressed her lips to his. "Thy lips are warm." Romeo gazed at her, trying keep sight of her as long as he could before death took him. He managed to speak one final time, trying to smile at her, though he was unable to move the rest of his body, the poison was quick. She was alive and that was all that mattered. "Thus, with a kiss I die." Romeo spoke before his vision went dark and he saw no more.

His features relaxed and his head slumped to the side. He lay still, his final tears frozen on his face. Juliet watched him for a moment, hoping against hope that he would again stir, but he did not. As the realization hit her, her shoulders trembled with sobs.

Juliet sat up, looking around her. A cry ripped from her throat, echoing around the vault. She held her left hand, her wedding ring with the chain hanging from it, to her face. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand, and, in turning, saw Romeo's discarded gun on the bed where he had laid it. A gun, a way out of this pain. Her fingers wrapped around the handle. Could she live in a world without Romeo? The answer came easily to her. No.

She lifted the gun up as if in a daze, studying it as she flicked the safety off, her hands shaking. She flinched as the gun clicked. Slowly, she lifted the gun to her temple. Looking upwards at the sky, she felt no flicker of uncertainty, but only fear as she was about to die.

She pressed down on the trigger and she collapsed beside Romeo. They lay together in death.