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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.
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 2
Im getting married, she said. Words escaped me. My heart missed a beat.
To whom?
Jean-Luc De Villier.
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. 3
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 know.
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.
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
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.