Love, Nathan

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Ch27: Love, Nathan

"Death is something we will never understand and its somethimg we have to accept."

"I know."

"One day you will die and the only thing you will hope for is for those who love you to accept your death and move on."

"Of course."

"Do you think those who you love hoped for the same?"

"Yes."

"Have you moved on?"

"No and I don't think I ever will."

"Why do you think that? "

"Because we do not move on from death we only learn to accept it and work with the pain it leaves behind...We do not move on."

"Do you accept it?"

"I don't know."

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Day 109

It's been two weeks since Nathan died.

Two weeks.

His funeral was yesterday and I couldn't attend because here I am stuck inside San Francisco jail.

Although, I think Nathan's death might have changed my mother for the better. She's been coming to see me every other day and bringing money as well as food and blankets.

"You have a visitor," the gaurd yells opening the door to my cell and I stand up rubbing off the imaginary dirt on my orange pants.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Some girl," she replies annoyed "do you want to go out or not?"

Girl?

It's probably Alisson.

She's been coming to see me twice a week as well and for the first I think we're starting to get along.

Sad to think that Nathan didn't get to see this.

"Yeah," I walk out of my cell and make my way down the hallway with different cells on each side. I can see everyone looking at me with either envy, hate, or simple unintrest.

So far I haven't made any enemies and hopefully I never do. I think I have my reputation to thank for that.

I'm the women who brutally stabbed her fiancee and escaped the cops for three years.

It isn't true of course, but who am I to correct them?

We reach a big wired fence door and the guard slides her ID in the lock to open it. I walk inside the grey room surrounded by different gaurds leaning against the walls and inmates sitting down talking to visitors through the clear glass seperating them.

"Right there, " the gaurd points at an empty seat facing a short blonde girl with bright red lipstick and a smug smirk on her face.

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