*𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘬.

“𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.”

but you wanted it? forget it, more for me. your just like the rest of them just get lost.

I got the gear for us.

you can't tell anyone, promise me?

it's all good, no one wants a train wreck in their life. she's happy at barnhurst, she'll probably hate me for. . . for unaliving meg, they were together. I dread to think what she would think.

I don't think they talk anymore not after what he did to her. she got hurt so badly she's not talked to me.

oh. . . he is busy abroad. I get the occasional present from him. he likes to make sure I'm okay. he was good to my mum, a second dad to me until mum died and I became a wreck. he still cares though. he doesn't know I'm in here for murder though.

I always am careful, she's not noticed for days that her stash has gone down. probably busy getting off with staff members.

okay, give me five minutes, I'll have to steal from her. . . so she won't get into trouble. she's already in trouble because of me.

I can get some from doyle. . .

had a dream she died, woke up disappointed. she's in a bad mood now.

a soft chuckle of satisfaction as she feels her fingertips through her hair — one thing she’d always loved. her arms hold her a little more closer now, lips keeping in rhythm with the kiss.

positioning herself comfortably, arms draping over her shoulders. she kisses her back once more, but this time she holds it there.

she watches her, studying each of her movements. she nods, bringing her closer. “go ahead.”

she raises a brow, grin still tugging at the corners of her mouth. “thought you couldn’t, i could see that when you came over.”