’Oh, Rosaline… why must you break my heart, and leave it in pieces?’

That simple yet heavy question swarmed Romeo’s mind, like a mosquito that he couldn’t squish, no matter how hard he tried to just stop.

Even with Mercutio’s lively and amusing attempts at relieving his mind, or with his lovely cousin, Benvolio, by his side; his heart could not be soothed.

All he wanted, all he yearned for was Rosaline, yet, when he snuck into the Capulet’s costume party, with his main mission being seeing his unrequited love, his eyes instantly landed on someone else.

It seemed like love at first sight.

His makeshift knight costume scraped against the thick crowd of equally costume-clad people, as he swiftly made his way over to the other side.

He hadn’t even taken into account that they could be a Capulet — how could he? It’s like he has fallen in love all over again, and nothing else mattered.