Mercutio loved taking baths.
His favorite time of day was nothing more than a warm, long, bath in the late afternoon. Soaking in it was not an option he liked to give up and won't get out unless his skin became all wrinkly and the water cooled down a good five degrees. If he had a magic lamp with three wishes, one of them would be about a fully equipped bathtub. His fondest memories went back to when he had been a little boy and his nurse, a lovely woman, read him stories of far away heroes as he played drinking the water. He kept the habit of reading books during bath-time and sometime he happened to get hungry because of the outrageous amount of time he spent in there. Sometimes, instead, it was a private place, some place where he could be alone with himself and think about most disparate things and other times it was the place he brought Tybalt to.
The first encounters had been a while back, forgotten months ago, and they made a mess out of it, foamy water spilling out of the borders and throaty moans bouncing on the high walls as muscles scrabbled for purchase. Soon after, Tybalt left stilling a second too much in the doorway and glancing back, but he never saw the other notice. On the other hand, Mercutio hadn't looked up until the door was shut close.
No one had to know, and no one did.
They were both the best at keeping secrets.
And it killed them.
I believe I fell in love with Mercutio. I don't know if he will ever love me back or is using me as a substitute, but it does not matter. Never, as I breathe, would I relinquish his company: he has come to mean too much to me I think I might not be able to bear it. His sole presence makes my chest ache my heart could just jump out into my hands, and I would offer it to him without a second thought. But he does not love me.
Mercutio and I had a bath together and I kissed him. I was in the throes of passion and without any rational mind restraining my actions. He was so surprised. He chased me out after that. I haven't heard of him since then. It's been a week by now. Maybe he's offended, maybe I should go apologise, maybe it'll put everything back right, we'll go back to what we were before, I miss him. I'll try and meet him tonight. Wish me good luck.
I KILLED HIM I KILLED HIM I KILLED MERCUTIO I AM SO SORRY I AM SO SO SORRY I NEVER TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU MERCUTIO MERCUTIO MERCUTIO MERCUTIO I LOVE YOU
They found the crumpled note clutched into his rigid fist, as it hung from his dead body. Next day, Mercutio's private diary was discovered too, along with his buried feelings for Tybalt.
Maybe they weren't that good at keeping secrets after all.