Hatter,
I know that you might not get this letter but I feel like I need to write it anyway. The Queen of Hearts has sentenced me to face the executioner's axe in the grand hall. I know I will never see you again while I live. I would give anything to see your face or hear your voice one last time before my death. As I sit here in my cell, I think about our old tea parties, un-birthdays and how we would chase after Dormie when someone said "cat." This was long before things got bad with the Queen. I can still recall the scent of you brown leather jacket, the softness of your hands, the taste of your lips, the way you would do tricks with your hat after teatime. But I digress; this is not the reason for my letter. All those times we said we'd be friends who seek to end the loneliness of the Queen's Wonderland by sharing our bodies, I've always wanted more. Hatter, I'm in love with you. It seems like my imminent death is sobering up my madness. If only I could have seen my life like this before I was captured. I would have told you how I feel and maybe I could have shown you how muck I care. I realize you must find this a very sudden and fruitless confession because if you ever get this, I will be gone. I must ask you not to try and save me from the Queen. I have resigned myself to the fate I must face and I don't want you to put yourself in danger. I don't want you to end up with the same fate as me. I want, more than anything, to be there for you when the Queen is overthrown but that won't happen. I'm running out of time Hatter. The guards are coming to bring me to the grand hall soon. I love you more than you'll ever know. Goodbye Hatter.
Yours Always,
Mad March