The rain was really coming down now. I was sitting on a curb outside of Litchfield, trying to collect my thoughts. I don't give two shits that it's pouring rain.
I need to figure out my feelings for Taystee.
I obviously love her. I need to stop denying it. I wouldn't be sitting her contemplating right now if I didn't.
But I don't know if loving her is good for me.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Extracting one, all I could think of was how much missed these in prison. I laughed, lit up and took a long drag. Why do I feel like I need to do this for Tayst? It's not good for her or me. But I can't let her down. I have to show her that I wasn't just there for her in prison, that I'll always be there for her, even in our current situation. I can't let her down again. Ever.
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Wiley
FanfictionPoussey's done with prison and appears to be living the dream, but really she's just getting by without the one she loves. After all, love can be complicated
