Mercutio Monologue

I write this with a heavy heart.
My head just continues spinning everything has happened so fast.
The term ‘in the blink of an eye’ sadly applies in this situation.
As much as I'd like to receive my fair share of revenge, I am uncertain who would be responsible.
I am the only person culpable for the fatal end of Mercutio.
Sad to say, I stood idly watching one of my best friends die, I simply served as a bystander in the grievous events.
For the past days I've been riddled with guilt and an excessive amount of what if’s, they run through my head when I am restless and rule my brain throughout the day.
For example ‘what if we never walked down that particular road that day,’ or something like that.
I marvel in the idea of traveling back and preventing Mercutio from even getting out of bed that morning.
This is exactly the reason why I try to avoid violence, it resolves nothing.
After I had went to have a walk around Verona, my own company is becoming mundane.
I heard about Paris's marriage with Juliet, seems notably unfitting in my opinion, following the day after one of your family members dies leaving no time for