Tomorrow I can see chinks of light between my eyelids. The lights come in shimmers, as do hope does.

But there is nothing hopeful about the situation Im in. Im going to die. My life will be taken away by a rope, my body suspended in air. Its not a beautiful ending. What is beautiful anyway? Death on a bed of roses with the person you love hand in hand, side by side? That reminds me. I do have a person I loved. And I will soon join her. She has crossed over to another world and the irony is I was the one who put her there. And that is the initial reason to why I was put into this ugly cell. The story started last year. We were the It Couple. I was vain, flaunting my riches, driving my flashy cars and held my head high for my priceless possessions. I believed money was my key to her heart and for that one whole year, nothing proved otherwise. She was raised with a golden spoon in her mouth and my wealth was like frost to her cake. I provided for all her frivolous expenses. Our vanity lasted until last month. Her parents disproved of our relationship. I knew that. She knew that. Everyone knew that. But like all young couples, we believed that we were the modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Nothing could stop us, nothing could break us apart, nothing but death. And that was exactly what I had brought her. My last gift to her: Death. I remembered her beautiful eyes, large, shining and ebony black, her long luxuriant glossy hair cascading down her back and her slim figure, a silhouette that brought me comfort as the daylight disappears beneath the horizon. I loved how her eyelashes cast shadows on her fair cheeks and how she would always sigh and rest her head on my broad shoulder. She was divine, ingenuous and a best friend that I had always longed for. People thought we were just a fling but what we had was more than that. True, our relationship was materialistic but underneath it all, it was an honest one too. My love for her was deeper than the oceans and I loved her to the moon and back. I proposed to her with a diamond ring and my heart cringed at the sight of her hesitation. What does it mean? I thought. She assured me by saying her intentions of asking her parents blessings first and I was pleased to hear that. My pleasure was short-lived, however, when she was finally upfront with the truth two months after my proposal. Im getting married, she said. Words escaped me. My heart missed a beat. To whom? Jean-Luc De Villier.

Youre parents choice? Yes. I met him and she looked guilty and dreaded to continue her sentence. Youre happy with him, I finished it for her. I was baffled by the excitement in her eyes. She was leaving me. My love, my heart, my soul was leaving me. Something possessed me and I stood up, towering over her. Devon, Im sorry, she stuttered, fear marked her every word. I know, I said softly, struggling to contain my fury. Can you give me one last hug? A small smile appeared on her face and it almost shook my resolve. I pulled her into an embrace and we stood like that for a while. Nothing happened and silence consumed us. It was like time and space had ceased to exist. I love you, I whispered to her. I know. When is the wedding? Tomorrow, she answered. Suddenly, everything made sense. For the entire month, I noticed how peculiar she was behaving. It was like she was walking on air, her smile plastered on her face wherever she went. She kept this concealed from me all this while. She waited just for the right time to break my heart. If I cant have you, no one can. What? she half-screamed but her words faltered as the knife sunk into her back. She fell limp in my arms. Blood soaked her white chiffon dress. Why? she breathed as her life drained out from her. There is no tomorrow without you. I hugged her immobile body and shut my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked her dark hair. When poverty knocks on the door, love flies out the window. I finally understood that proverb. My companys performance was deteriorating and Flora suddenly thought it gave her the right to leave me? Now, my heart is like a stone, split in half, bared of love or anything beautiful. My cell is dark and cold, just like everything else I see in this world. The world shall

miss Flora Marquezs beauty. The world has been robbed of the chance to see her gorgeous smile and hear her charming laughter. I was deprived of the love I hungered, had failed to win the affections of a girl named Flora Marquez, my hearts true desire. But now, everything shall be put into place, back the way it was before, because tomorrow is the day of my execution.
Tomorrow will be the day when Flora and I shall be reunited, the day where all the pain will finally end.