Dear Aaron,

                      I understand that you're mad. You're not the only one who's shaking a fist a God, so stop acting like it. I'm going to die tomorrow and you haven't said another god damn word to me.

By the time you get this I'll be dead.

I hope you regret your last words to me, and I hope you eventually forgive yourself for them. I'm not naive enough to believe that you'll be mended straight away, just know that I don't hold it against you.

The guards are giving me my last meal tonight. I won't enjoy it as much not knowing whether or not you're okay.

From,

           Agony

P.S Those men that I killed, the reason you're writing these letters to me? They raped my wife. They didn't get taken to jail, and my wife ended up as a hanging decoration in our bedroom. She died, so it was only right to avenge her. I may be scared of dying, and I may regret taking their lives into my own hands, but at least I'm reassured knowing that they'll never hurt anyone else again.

P.P.S I guess this is goodbye.