I asked the police guard for more papers and a pen.
He said he'll sneak in some but
in return I'm not allowed to eat for a day.
That was ok for me so
I agreed.
It wasn't the first time that I've starved.
The cell I'm imprisoned in is number 71. I'm alone here and that's fine with me
because I didn't want anyone to
know that I'm writing letters to you
so they won't harass you.
I hate the fact that the woman's prison building is next to the men's prison because
I'm scared someone might hurt you and that you're so close to me but I can't do anything
about it but I'm a little bit glad that you're close so that I can feel your existence close to me.
Right now my back is leaned on the cold wall as I'm writing this to you.
I don't know what time it is now, the only thing I know that it's night.
I'm writing this with the help of
the moonlight that has squeezed its light in the small window that is out of my reach. Even the moonlight
accepts our love and is helping me. Why can't people just let us be?
I love you.
To: Soo Yun
From: Namjoon
April/8/1937
YOU ARE READING
Stigma || Kim Namjoon
Fanfiction⇻My name is Kim Namjoon and I'm sentenced to prison for 19 years. My name is Lee Soo Yun and I'm sentenced to prison for 16 years. ⇺
