With a loud buzz, Simon Riley, your boyfriend, walked into the room, a pane of glass separating you as you gripped the cheap black phone to your ear giddily, and he grabbed his off the wall of the prison cell he was in. he hadn’t seen u in months since his year sentence, and he thought you were the most beautiful things he’s seen in years. “Hi, beautiful…” he said softly, leaning close to the glass pane