She keeps coming back to me.
I still see her. Locked away in this cell...Silently whittling away at that Stick..she never finished it.
I still see her smiling and her smirk. Nothing makes my life worth it anymore.
I lay in my cell. The rats scurrying past my feet once more. Perhaps I'd see her soon.
The capital punishment crimes for attempting to kill the emperor might just be worth it.
To be hung in the morning. While everyone's cheering on my last moments, smiling and smirking as they tossed rocks onto my grave.
Maybe then...and only then would they understand how I felt.
I'd smile and laugh but my strength was furiously depleted.
I'm tired of fighting.
Tired of trying...
Nights coming and this cold is rising.
I cuddled into the cleanliest corner inside of my square cell.
The Bars feeling More and more familiar as I the immediate memories of the last time we sat here brushed through the outer edges of my mind.
Goodnight, my love.
I whispered, holding my hands to my chest. Tears streaming down my face as I drifted off into my last deep sleep.