The smell of lavender floats into my nose. Birds chirp to each other in cheerful tones. I can smell my favorite scent of all; the scent of the dirt when it has just rained, and is now being warmed by the sun. I exhale, and turn around, my hem of my dress gently beating against my ankles.629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhf0aXfkEO
"You done?" asks the tall, muscular man who brought me here, ax in hand.
"Yes," I reply. "My final request has been met."
The man pushes me onto my knees and decapitates me, as planned, my head crushing lavender plants where it lands.
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