Elena Hart held back her tears as the cell door shut. Oh, how desperately her eyes pleaded for tears. No one knew how much she wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. What she felt was more than tears just streaming down her face.Her heart hurt –or perhaps burned, she couldn't tell. It was like someone poured acid where her heart used to be.The prison reeked of iron and sweat, so thick it settled in her hair and clung to her clothes. Every breath made her chest ache, heavy and bitter, like the walls had been swallowing hope for decades.She stood in the middle of the cell, her wrist swollen from the bruise and cuff. To her, the weight of Adrian's silence was heavier than the concrete walls around her.She was just nineteen, yet she felt as though her life was over.The cell was small, it had a small space for a bunk, a sink, and a toilet that looked neglected. Her hand felt cold as she touched the paintbrush necklace Adrian had given her hours ago.It felt like a wicked joke to h
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