Almost Last Words
Title: Almost Last Words
Author: Amata le Fay
Story: Charlotte Corday (RP)
Flavor(s): Teaberry 18 (the blossoms we wear in our hats, the growth of thousands of years)
Toppings/Extras: Pocky
Rating: PG
Notes: What? Is Amata actually doing realistic historical fiction? Nope, there's time travel later on. Concrit welcome.
Cher Papa,
You have no doubt heard what I've done and what will happen to me tomorrow. Papa, did you think it was wrong to do what I did, when France was screaming, him killing our nation? Know that I did it for our country, our people... and you.
I remember when Mama and Violette died, and you stopped wearing her flowers in your cap. You let those flowers wither away and those in the garden you tore up. That's what forgetting is. But do not forget me. Let my blossoms grow. Forgetting hurts us.
Remember me.
Avec amour,
Charlotte.