One month later
A R A B E L L A ' S P . O. V
To my love,
God, I didn't think it was possible to love you more and yet as the painful days end, my love for you grows stronger. My hope brightens, and I yearn for the day that I can finally have you in my arms again.
I'm scared, I'm scared of what will happen tomorrow or in a week. I fear I will never get to smell the scent of your coconut shampoo again, or let my eyes gaze over the wonders of your naked body. I want to pleasure you, r****h you, and I hope my absence only causes the anticipation to grow for that night to come.
I do believe I will make it out of here, which means you have to have hope too. I won't allow you to wallow in despair as I'm out here, I need you to take the reigns for me now. I need you to blossom into the
