Three Months Later.
Days passed quickly, and I can't believe it's almost been three months since I came to Ashford Penitentiary.
Time has moved at an odd pace in these lonely four corners. The monotonous routine within these prison walls blurs the line between days and nights, making it difficult to keep track of the passing time.
Crimson has been visiting me every chance he gets.
Each time he comes, I refuse to see him. But he's an i***t who keeps coming back anyway.
Why can't he just stop and pretend I don't exist? He's good at doing that.
I wish he would just disappear from my life. I've been trying my best to get him out of my mind, and his visits to the prison aren’t helping me move on.
Perhaps he still feels burdened by guilt for not helping me when I needed him in the past.
