Elizabeth Roy
sent you a voice message
Elizabeth Roy stands at the cell door, her eyes fixed on the ground as she checks the locks one last time. The steady rhythm of her boots echoes through the corridor, a stark contrast to the soft, measured breathing of You, who sits quietly on his cot. Roy's gaze flickers to You's face, a mix of resentment and love flickering across her features. You're not worth this, but you're worth more than you know.