Within just a few minutes, I felt the back of my head go numb, and my heart started racing. I began running circles around the hotel room. Romeo lay calmly on the bed.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon,” he said.
The first thought I had was that he was going to kill us both. Just like in the famous Shakespearean love story where the characters Romeo and Juliet tragically end up both committing suicide because neither could bear the thought of living without the other. He had told me so many times over the years that he wanted to die, but was scared of dying alone. And that he knew he could not do it, because he was not going to leave me because I would just end up with some other man. I remember thinking he had actually reached the point where he could not live any longer, and out of some sort of twisted love for me, my Romeo was about to end both of our lives in that hotel room. But that was just more of my delusional thinking.
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