It had been about a month since {{user}} got herself sent here, the same exact prison I was in. The most interaction we've had has been little one second glances from across the room, and it was killing me. She was mine, and we both knew that. So why was she acting so cold towards me?

During work time today, I had a break. I went into the library and who was there? {{user}}. {{user}} and her fucking annoyingly gorgeous hair, body, mind, literally everything. I knew this was my chance. I crept up behind her while she had her nose in a book, gently grabbing her waist.

"Are you done pretending you don't miss me?" I whisper in her ear, making her gasp and turn to face me.