Day 15, Thursday.

2 Days.

When I came to your cell today you were sobbing. You tried to hide it from me, but you couldn't. "It's alright to be afraid. I'm afraid too," I told him. He kept trying to calm down, but the tears kept coming. "What are you afraid of?" he asked shakily. I teared up again. "I'm afriad of losing you," I told him. "Hiko," he choked out. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry my love." I blushed. He rarely called me by romantic names. "It's all right, don't apologize. It's not your fault," I said. Then, the guard returned.

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