Dear Tille,
I'm so confused. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm. I'm scared, Tille. I'm all alone. I wasn't ready to be alone again. And I'm hurting so much from your leave. And, this prison. This prison is so scary. There's chaos everywhere. There's fights everyday. The prisoners here are so scary. Tille, you know how I'm scared of basically everything. I'm so, so scared. I don't want to be here, Tilly. All I've done is just steal good and occasionally clothes. I never did any real damage to the stores. I don't want to be here! It's so lonely here. I have a lone cell, that's probably for the better. My cell is empty except for myself. There's no furniture here. I think they believe that I k caused your death, so they find me undeserving of the comforts of a bed. I don't complain, I'm used to sleeping in the floor. At least there's no branches or pebbles digging into my back as I sleep. They allow me to write these letters, I don't know why, maybe it's the fact of seeing my miserable facial expression as I write these, knowing you'll never receive them or even see them. Tille, I want to join you, but I know I can't give up. I know how dissapinted you'd be in me if I showed up without even trying to live out my life. Or what is left of my life. So, for you I'll live. I'll live for you. To see your grave and place your favourite flowers, white petunias, there.
With love and petunias,
Tuni
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Imprisoned | Reformed series book 1
AcakTuni screams out desperately, begging for mercy, for sympathy, for compassion. She didn't kill the little girl, she had taken her in. She had found Tille dead in a puddle of blood and then cops came and assumed the crying woman was the one behind th...
