Lou. Sweet, melancholic Lou.

You didn't mean to fall for her. Not when she did so much for you. When she stood up for you against the COs on your first day, so they didn't raw dog you in the boiler room. Not when she convinced Phoebe to "train" you on how to be a drug mule, as opposed to letting you swallow bags of coke on the first go 'round. Not when she let you join her and Luke to pull some pranks on the rival gangs. Not even when she so clearly was in love with Frey, who had quite the complicated relationship with Sam.

She was just too easy to love.

"Snap out of it, chouchou," Lou cooed, snapping her fingers in front of your face. You two were playing checkers in her cell, waiting for Phoebe or Frey to come fetch you two for the next round of work. Time is money, they say, but there was always time for Lou.