I laughed, this time. As everyone looked I horror, I just laughed.
For three prior lifetimes and this life I loved this man In front of me. And I still love him. I've always dreamed that we'd one day get married, have a boy and then a little girl just as my parents had and then at a ripe old age we'd die together, preferably at the same time.
It never happened and in the back of my mind I knew it never will. It seems I was to die first, alone. Again and again.
"Don't deny it you were always jealous of her. I know you planned this and I won't forgive you..."
But that, how could he? I did nothing! How dare he, that man.
That day, that life. I felt the truth in the meaning of "there's fine line between love and hate" and at that time I was sure I was right in the middle. Because I was was bloody with his blood and as some people tried to apprehend me, I kissed him feeling quite happy. As I knew I'd be sent to the guillotine.