Day 13, Tuesday.

4 Days. Another visit to your cell. I told you about my tutor and you smiled. I wanted so badly to press my own lips to your soft smile, indulge in your sweetness again, to warm you with my mouth. Even though your kiss had caused all of this, I bore it no resentment.

"You have to remember me, okay?" you said shakily. All over again, I began to softly cry. You reached through the bars and touched my face, and I leaned against your hand.

The End

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