P.S. Because I Loved You.

P.S. Because I Loved You [15].

September 6

Dear Ethan:

Clink Clink I hear the sound of metal keys clashing. I squint my eyes open to see a bulky officer opening the bars.

"You've got a visitor." He gruffs. He scowls at me and says rigidly, "get up."

I throw my legs on the other side of the platform that I was sleeping on and stand. My throat feels arid and scraped. I couldn't seem to find my voice.

"Who is it?" I managed to croak.

"I forgot his name. Turn around."

Stunned, I turn around. Him? So it is a male... I feel the solid, compresesed steel handcuffs biting at my wrists. Why am I being handcuffed?

The officer vehemently took me by the arm and lead me out of the cell. The hallway was narrow and caved in. Cement, brick walls with dim lamps at every five bricks made this place feel like a cage. We walked the linear pathway and turned left, heading toward a thick, cherry, wooden door. He grumbled and took a ring of keys out from his pocket. I noticed that each key had a label and was a different color. He opened the door to another hallway. This hallway was not as long, but it was more confined. As we hustled forward, I saw shadows of chairs and tables. As we got closer, I saw  a transparent plastic wall separating the two sides.

One side must be for the people like me.

The officer guided me to a booth and told me to sit. I did as I was commanded.

"Can you take off the handcuffs? They are hurting my wrists." I said.

"No." He hissed and walked away.

There was a metal table in front of me with a red telephone. Across the translucent barrier was the reciprocal.

Maybe it is Keete. I allow my mind to make a mental list of who would want to see me.

A door in the corner opens and I strain my head to get a glimpse of who it might be. Perhaps mum? I cannot see the person because a guard is walking in front of him. I keep my head down and make a quick prayer.

I look back up to see hazel eyes burning at me.

"Tristan.." I whisper.

Rosalie