𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒗. fuck miyagi-do

chapter twenty-four:
❛ fuck miyagi-do ❜

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Cameron stood outside the imposing gray facade of Slymar Detention Center, her heart racing in her chest. The building loomed overhead, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. She took a deep breath, the crisp air filling her lungs as she tried to steady herself, before stepping through the heavy metal doors. The chill of the air-conditioned interior enveloped her, amplifying her unease.

After a long wait in line, she finally approached the front desk, her stomach twisting with anxiety. The officer behind the glass looked at her with a bored expression as she handed over her ID, her fingers trembling slightly. "Visiting?" he asked flatly, barely glancing up.

"Yeah, I'm here to see Robby Keene," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

He nodded and motioned for her to sign in. As she scrawled her name on the clipboard, she felt the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. The officer handed her a visitor badge, and she clipped it onto her shirt, her heart pounding harder as he instructed her on the visitation rules.

"Stay seated, no physical contact," he warned, his tone serious. "And keep your conversation appropriate."

"Okay," she said quietly, her throat dry. After passing through security screening and several locked doors, a guard escorted her down a long, fluorescent-lit hallway, the stark white walls adding to the sterile atmosphere. The sound of her footsteps echoed around her, amplifying her nervousness. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as they approached the visitation room.

When they finally reached the small room, it felt even more sterile than she had anticipated. The room was filled with a couple of plastic tables and chairs, devoid of any warmth or comfort. She took a seat at one of the tables, her mind racing with thoughts of Robby, of their last conversation, and of everything that had led them here.

The minutes stretched on, each tick of the clock echoing in her mind. Just when she thought she might lose her nerve, the door swung open. Robby stepped in, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. A smile broke across his face, and for a moment, all the tension faded away.