The love of my life hates me. I've left him with nothing. No boarding, no food, no money. If only I could've worked harder. If only I loved him more. If only my love could've forgiven me. There are so many "if only's, but I can resolve none of them, as I stand here in wait of the guillotine.
As I stand here in wait of my unavoidable death, there is only one thing I wish for. I wish I could say sorry to Skylark. In last night's confusion, he took my hesitations as something else, and left the house. If only I hadn't taken my medication before the time I was supposed to, I could've told him his anniversary present was sitting in a purple box filled with velvet cushions atop our bed. If only I could've moved faster to prevent him from leaving. If only I ran after him in the rain. Now I stand here, moments away from my beheading. I only wish that my skylark could find the present I left him, and know that no matter what happens, I've always loved him.
The rain that sprinkles above feels like missiles of regret. Through my damp hair, I look at the crowd as I slowly place my head on the guillotine. My eyes focus on one thing and only one. There he stands, watching me in astonishment. I smile, wishing for my skylark. He opens his mouth, and the guillotine falls. Goodbye, my skylark. I'll always love you, forever and ever.