The Love From Vengeance

80: PRISON TALK

LUKE’S POV

I arrived at the police station, looking fixedly at everywhere. Today, I had decided to pay my ex -girlfriend a little visit.

These past few days had been incredibly difficult for me. The loss of Riley, the young prodigy, had left a gaping hole in my heart. Her vibrant voice and infectious laughter were still fresh in my mind, serving as a reminder of the joy and brilliance she brought into my life.

It was hard to believe that she was no longer with us, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness without her. The memories of her would always hold a special place in my heart, and I’d never forget the impact she had on me.

Of course, I had been really depressed. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off this overwhelming feeling of sadness. I found it difficult to engage in conversations with people, and even when I did, it felt like I was just going through the motions.

Food, which used to bring me joy, now held no appeal and I had no appetite. It was a constant battle to push through each day, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever feel like myself again. Despite my efforts, this sadness seemed to have a firm grip on my mind, making it incredibly hard to let go.

Again, I was at the police station, as I had come to visit Ariel. As I entered the building, the smell of cold metal which filled my nostrils. I walked up to the reception desk, where a stern- faced officer sat.

“I’m here to see Harriet,” I said, my voice trembling.

The officer looked at me with tired eyes and handed me a visitor’s pass. “Third floor, Cell Block C,” he replied, pointing in the direction I needed to go.

“Okay, thank you,” I told him.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied nonchalantly. I surveyed him before making my up the stairs.

Each step felt heavier than the last. When I reached the third floor, I followed the signs that led me to Cell Block C. The dimly lit hallway was filled with locked doors, and the sound of muffled voices echoed in the distance.

had

Finally, I reached Harriet’s cell, after quite a long walk, which had me feeling somehow; a way I couldn’t explain.

As I peered through the small window on the door, my eyes met Harriet’s and I could see the toll that her imprisonment had taken on her.

Her once bright and lively eyes were now dull and filled with sadness. My hand trembled as I reached out to knock gently on the door, and she slowly turned to face me, her expression a mixture of surprise and resignation. I took a deep breath promptly.

“Luke,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I couldn’t stay away,” I replied, my voice choked with emotion. “I needed to see you. I can see how this prison has changed you completely.”

Harriet let out a deep sigh, turning her face away. “If you’ve come here to throw insults at me.

can kindly

her for a moment, her ravishing hair that used to be one of a kind, was now messy, the complete opposite. “I haven’t

looked at me immediately. “Why are you here then?”

kind of question is that? You and I once had

she spoke coldly.

sighed, looking down. “I know. How have

been doing great. Since I could no longer see your face or hear anything about you. But you had

need to lie Harriet. You’re

I’ve been doing, then why ask in the

trying to be

I don’t need you being nice to me. I

sad you’re seeing it

ow,” I

told her

softly.

do you want, Luke? Tell

Or has that wife of

why would

don’t know. Because you don’t deserve to be loved by anyone,”

I aksed, curving

to find out myself. I loved you, cared about you. Sacrificed most of my time just to be with you. And

up in the

I

rolled her eyes. “Yes Luke. Do you know how

time with you?”

never have done

Ject, just to

spend

silly talk. Just get straight to the point, so you can get the

but smile at her. Harriet noticed the expression on my

are you smiling?”

actually,” I answered. “You just look so pretty when you’re

don’t want you to

the world am I cracking jokes? Does that sound like a joke to