Regrets And Execution
The pain of regret feels like sitting under a sky raining stones of different sizes. It's like hoping to be buried alive, away from the sun and into the cold hand of death. Regret is like a mountain top from which we survey are dead life.
In the last minutes of his once glorious life turned shattered, all Ian felt was regret. He regretted the choice he made, the people he hurt, the moments he took for granted, and the times he allowed pride and hatred to eat deep into him.
As he was slowly escorted to the chopping block, he lifted his head, his frail eyes darting around the room in search of Lola.
Sadly, instead of Lola, he was met with murderous scowls and vile words from so many unfamiliar people, who were eager to see his head decapitated from his body.
"Lola!"
Ian called out, his faint and crooked voice like the whispering of someone suffering from an acute respiration disease.