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The stab wound in her chest is a symbol of my love.  I loved her as I watched the gleam in her eyes that I oh so loved fade away.  I love her so, I couldn't bear the thought of seeing her unhappy.  She had done very many bad things, and so have I.  Therefore for the crime of murder, I condemn myself to the same fate, death itself.  I shall perform the execution myself, dying by the same weapons and hands that my love herself had died by.  Our corpses will forever be intertwined in a dance of our mixing of bloods.  For murder, I have been condemned to the place of no return so my last dance will be with the devil.  All as long as for the eternity I spend in torture, is right beside my love

To my Dearest,
          
          
          My love, my one and only, I am writing this to you in the last moments of my life.  My darling, In life you knew me well but never knew my feelings.  You referred to me as “pet” and only if you knew how crazy it drove me.  Unfortunately, even if I loved you, you could never love me back.  That was the life of a woman on the sidelines.  I watched as you loved another.  It killed me to watch you love him, I felt even more dead, even when I was bleeding out as I wrote this to you.  By the time you get this, you’re darling Theodore has finished his job, lorde knows he is much less oblivious than you Olivia.  He knew I loved you from the moment you introduced me to him.  I cared for you in your darkest moments, I will no longer be able to do that for you my love.  This must be such a shock since I had never been quite as affectionate before,  maybe due to losing my life I just want to let you know before I go.
          
          I love you, Olivia.  It’s a shame I’ll never get to see you’re disgusted face when you know.  I know you will never see me as a lover, so do me a favor, after I am dead, please refer to me as love at my funeral, at least once.
          
          At last,
          
          Andrea Rodriguez.