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Letters to Romeo.

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

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Rome and Julie, on the tree

Julie and Roman sat on one of the branches of the tree, away from the people where the sky had turned dark, making it hard for anyone to spot them. She had placed both her hands on either side of her body, feeling the surface of the uneven branch, whilst she stared ahead of her. 

"You know...you inspire me," Julie said to Roman, and he turned his gaze and noticed her still staring at nothing in particular. Lost in her thoughts and somewhere present while also absent for the last couple of minutes. "You have lost so many people over the years... and it must have been harder on you, yet you are strong."

"I don't think the word strong here is right," pointed Roman, and he placed his head on his knee, which he had pulled up to place it on the thick branch of the tree that they were sitting on. "All of us process grief differently. Some feel too much, and some don't feel anything. Here we both feel, but you speak about it, and I channel it elsewhere."