man's POV, death, note

1. Script Planning
Drafts and final script to be read

2. Draft Scripts
• Draft 1; my initial script was written to be longer than necessary. I
then timed it and it took 3 minutes 24 seconds to read so had to be
cut down- producing my second draft…
• Draft2; this was a shorter version of my initial script- this was also
altered slightly to make better sense for example the years since the
couple met was reduced to a more realistic time period and some of
the phrases were made less formal and more suited to a males
perspective. This took 2 minutes 49 seconds to read.
• Final script; some final adjustments were made and the script was
again shortened slightly to fit under 2 minutes.

3. First Draft
43 years and 7 months ago, I fell in love with Agnes Blake but it was another 4 months before she knew it. I went to the
coffee shop everyday just to speak to her and see her smile. I have always hated coffee but it was worth it. I asked her out for
the first time on August 27th and I’ve never looked back. We were so happy and I loved her with every last piece of my heart.
I will never understand why she was taken from me like this; it isn’t fair- her soul was so pure and full of life. Without her I am
nothing- nothing but a useless wreck of a man. I can’t cope without her. How am I supposed to live when each breath is a
task I have no desire to overcome?
The tears no longer spring in my eyes while I weep into my hands and the alcohol doesn’t numb the pain. The slashes up my
wrists can no longer distract me from the agony I feel inside and nothing I do can ever bring her back.
I wake up each morning in a bed colder and emptier than the day before, I feel myself sinking away. She was my purpose, the
reason I existed and the one I thanked God for every night. The Lord won’t forgive me for what I am going to do but an
eternity with the devil is a blissful concept in comparison to the hell I live every second of my time on earth.
Tonight will be my last. The last time that I wake up to an empty bed. The last time that I bury my head into the pillow,
breathing deeply to try and pick up the last of her scent that still gently caresses everything she touched. The last time that I
trail my fingers over her dresses hung neatly in our wardrobe. The last time I light the candles around the photo of us on our
wedding day and the last time I go to sleep without her by my side.
If there was any other way to deal with this I would do it but now I find the only path to release me from this constant
torture is to take my life and finally be at peace. I know how disappointed she would be with me for making this decision but
my only remaining hope is the slightest possibility that when I leave this world behind, I will once again be reunited with my
true love once again.
To my darling Aggie, I will love you always. I’ll come and find you on the other side…

4. Second Draft
28 years and 4 months ago, I fell in love with Agnes Blake. I went to the coffee shop everyday just to speak to her and see her
smile. I have always hated coffee but it was worth it. We had our first date on August 25th and I’ve never looked back. We
were so happy and I loved her with every last piece of my heart.
I will never understand why she was taken from me like this; it isn’t fair. Without her I am nothing- nothing but a useless
wreck of a man. I can’t cope without her. How am I supposed to live when each breath is a task I have no desire to
overcome?
I wake up each morning in a bed colder and emptier than the day before, I feel myself sinking away. She was my purpose, the
reason I existed and the one I thanked God for every night. The Lord won’t forgive me for what I am going to do but an
eternity with the devil is a blissful concept in comparison to the hell I live every second of my time on earth.
Tonight will be my last. The last time that I wake up to an empty bed. The last time that I bury my head into the pillow,
desperately clinging to the last of her scent that still lingers within everything that she has touched. The last time that I trail
my fingers over her dresses hung neatly in our wardrobe. The last time I light the candles around the photo of us on our
wedding day and the last time I mourn over our promised life together.
If I thought for even a second that there was any other way to deal with this I would do it but now I find the one and only way
to deal with constant torture is to take my life and finally have a chance at peace. I know how disappointed she would be
with me for making this decision but my only remaining hope lies with the smallest possibility, that when I leave this world
behind, I will once again be reunited with my one true love.
To my darling Aggie, I will love you always. I’m coming to find you on the other side…
I Promise.

5. Final Script
28 years and 4 months ago, I fell in love with Agnes Blake. We had our first date on August 25th and I’ve never looked back.
We were so happy and I loved her with every last piece of my heart.
Why was she taken from me? Without her I am nothing- nothing but a useless wreck of a man. I can’t live without her. How
am I supposed to cope when every breath I take is a task I have no desire to overcome?
But tonight will be my last. The last time I will wake up to an empty bed. The last time that I bury my head into the pillows,
desperately clinging to the last of her scent that still lingers within everything that she has touched. The last time that I trail
my fingers over her dresses hung neatly in our wardrobe. The last time that I light the candles around the photo of us on our
wedding day and the last time I mourn over our promised life together.
If I thought for even a second that there was another way to deal with this I would do it but now I find that the one and only
way to deal with constant torture is to take my life and finally have a chance at peace. I know how disappointed she would be
with me for making this decision but my only remaining hope lies with the smallest possibility, that when I leave this world
behind, I will once again be reunited with my one true love.
To my darling Aggie, I will love you always. I’m coming to find you on the other side…
I Promise.