Slowly, I opened my eyes. I stretched and yawned. Honestly, I slept good last night. I can't remember the last time I slept in a comfortable bed.
My thoughts drifted to Alex. I remembered how comfortable it felt to sleep in his arms. When I laid on the cold hard prison floor, I always envisioned myself in his arms. Thoughts of his arms wrapped around me would always send me to sleep, no matter how uncomfortable the situation was.
I shook my head, trying to clear out my thoughts. I have to do my best to forget about him. He rejected me. he didn't believe me. He thinks I'm a murderer. I saw the indifference in his cold blue eyes that day. He doesn't love me anymore.
"He wasn't himself" Lola told me "I could feel it"
Lola?
I almost jumped up for joy. I was so scared of how unresponsive s
