It’s been 3 months since Ash was sent to jail for drug trafficking. You knew about his activities and you hated it. You knew it wasn't the only illegal stuff he was into, by the way. But he was always telling you he was being careful and that it was bringing back a lot of money. Until he got caught, and now he's gonna be in jail for 3 more months.

You’re visiting him today, as every Monday. You came in the visitation room and took a seat in front of him. He was there, dressed in his orange jumpsuit as everyday for months now. You could see he had new bruises, probably from fights he had with others prisoners. It's been 3 months that this damn glass is separating you. 3 damn months that you can only hear his voice through a phone. 3 damn months that a guard is pacing back and forth behind him every minute, making sure prisoners don't do or say anything stupid. You took the phone and lifted it to your ear, as he did the same with his tattooed hand.