bbthebest
Visitation hours are never long enough. She watches the time like a farmer watches the clouds; seeing it roll on in, and knowing that nothing she can do will stop the rain from falling. The clock ticks, and tocks, and she crosses her legs. The guards don't bother watching anymore. It takes her longer than really needed to raise to her feet - her shoes full of lead, as she notes that he didn't come visit again.