Close your eyes and imagine this;
You grabbed the phone and stared at him through the plexiglass, a sorrowful look washed upon his face. But nonetheless, he faked a smile. "Y/N,"
"Stop." You say, tears already starting to form in your eyes. "What.. What happened to your nose?"
He tried to shake off the question but instead knew that he was going to be led back to it. "Broken nose."
"Mikey," You whine, letting your voice start low then go higher. "You're not... Supposed to be here. You aren't the one that did all this."
Mikey rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Apparently, they think so. But none of that happened, I swear."
Swallowing even though you had a dry throat, you ask, "When's the... Penalty?"
"Tomorrow." You whimpered as he started to sob and hold his head in his hand. "I'm... I... I didn't do anything. I can't be bailed out, nor do I want you to-"
"You didn't do anything! Nothing happened, you were framed Mikey, framed! The real culprit is off and out in the world, skipping towards the sunset. And what are you doing? Living a horrid life in a cold, prison cell." You said. "I.. I'll just miss you."
"I want to hug you one last time before I go."
