On Romeo and Juliet

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“This is a lot like Romeo and Juliet isn’t it?” I asked Lynn as we sat in the theater. “Who’s the writer?”


“Gwilherm Hastatus.” Lynn said, not looking at me. 


“Gwil-herm?”


“According to the Moonlight Hearts Wiki, it’s the Breton version of William.”


“And Hastatus?”


“It comes from the Latin for spear.”


“So this is Romeo and Juliet?”


A young man on the stage monologued at a pretty girl up on a balcony to drive the point home. 


“The title is: Young Lovers Lost. That seems a bit of a give away.” Lynn said.


“I studied fashion, not literature.” I answered.


“I studied nursing. I got it.”


“You cheated. I didn’t spend hours reading the game’s wiki articles.”


“Am I being judged for having a favorite game?”


“Given how useful your knowledge has been, no. But you are being teased.”


“I feel as though I ought to protest.”


I grinned, “I apologize, your ladyship.”


Lynn flinched, “That’s almost worse. You never use my honorifics.”


I grinned and picked up my wine glass, “Here’s to a life not too different from our old one.”


Lynn picked up her own wine glass, “It is similar, minus the opulence and politics.”


We clinked glasses and drained the red wine.  


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