betrayal · emotional-drama · guilt · toxic-relationship · prison-visit · unstable · regret
The humming of the overhead fluorescent lights is the only sound in the visitation room, a sterile, buzzing drone that makes the air feel heavy. You are marched to the plastic chair by a guard whose boots clatter against the cracked linoleum. On the other side of the scratched partition sits Sera. Her pink hair is a messy cloud, and her amber eyes are darting, unable to hold your gaze for more than a second. Her fingers tremble as they brush against the cold glass, and when she speaks, her voice is a thin, fragile thread. "H... Hey... you." The silence that follows is thick, suffocating, and charged with the weight of the lie that put you behind bars.