Prologue
Dear Juliet,
I am heartbroken... shattered. She left me alone. Forever. Why she did this? I don't want to live cause living gives more pain to me. Every moment brings our memory. The moments I spend with her; the laughs and sorrows; everything comes back to me. I am stuck. She wants me to move on. She did. She moved on. But I can't. I just can't. I want peace. I just want to be happy again. I just want her back. Help me..
Rey
He looked at the letter once again may be for the 100th time. Taking all his courage inside with a long breathe, he put the letter in the cracks between the bricks where everyone is supposed to. As soon as he left the contact with that creasy paper he felt a unusual relief washing his all pains away. His legs stepped back as his head looked a bit up to grab the view in front of it.
A huge wall was standing with all its pride in front of him. It was nicely bricked, cemented and well maintained but still looked a bit pale and old like it's a part of some ancient fort. It was the famous 'Juliet's Balcony' of Verona. The place famous for just one thing- love letters to Juliet. The whole wall seem flooded with the letters peeping out of every corner and every brick holding a different love story with a lot of pride. His friends in the city always told him to see the place once as it's a beauty of its own type but never did he imagined in his life that he'll come at this famous spot at such a crucial point in his life. A lone tear escaped his eyes and his legs refused to bear his own weight. He sat on the bench facing the wall and continued adoring that one crack he put his letter to. He pour his heart into that letter trying to fill the paper with words that could sufficiently describe his pain but he can't. He still felt he didn't described it aptly. May be the person who'll read it might not feel his pain. May be Juliet won't get what he is feeling right now. But he refused to make any changes in the letter now. He left it on its own destiny not having power to see it once more. Hence his one more trial added to the list of 1000s of trials he had done to forget her, his love. He tried his best again.
"I hope it works." He murmured as he opened the car door and drove straight to where he belonged since last two weeks. The most famous club of Verona- The dusky beauty. The most visited place by all the men of the city. For Rey, it was a place to drink until his last nerve is numb while for other men it was a place they loved to come everyday for it was Verona's best Stripper's Club.
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