Sitting alone in my cell, I kept retracing your face and features in my mind over and over again, hoping to not forget you like I've forgotten many things from the experiments WCKED has done on me. What I'd do to just be in your arms again, to just hear your snappy comebacks and your giggles at my cockiness.

I sighed, slumping back into the inch thick bed, almost like a prison cell bed. The blankets rugged and shaggy, ones that make your skin itchy. I missed the Glade, I missed you.