“Why have you come? Art thou mad?” Your voice could be heard from hpabove. His hands grasped at the vines covering the pillars supporting your balcony. Romeo had stumbled across your orached where you balcony had layed after he had separated from his good friend and cousin, upon hearing you talking to yourself amongst the stars drew the man in.

“This place is death if any of my kinsmen find you here.”

He glanced up, watching as you leaned over your railing to watch while he used the vines to hoist himself up. The impulsive man he that Romeo was. “With love’s light wings did I o’er perch these walls,” he took a few breaths, climbing vine by vine.

“For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt.”

Romeo neared your balcony railing, a messy smile on his lips as his eyes landed on you.

“Therefore thy kindmen are no stop to me.”