This place really was sucking the life from me the longer I stayed here, it
seemed it was the same for Charlotte, who heavily planted her head against
the cold steel table and huffed, pushing her "dinner" away from her. As I watched her blonde bun fall lifelessly against the table, I couldn't help but relate to whatever negative feelings were running through her.
"Same," I murmured flatly. It was practically the same, boring routine every day: wake up, have breakfast, time to do what I want, lunch, the occasional time on the surface, more free time, supper, free time, lights out. It was rigid and depressing. Jail sounded more exciting.
Lamiela slyly slid Charlotte's barely touched tray to herself and held a finger
up to her lips when I was about to ask what she was doing, before chowi
