Imagine Yancy marking visiting day on his calendar. He never did before. But now it was different.
Imagine him singing more, which none of the other inmates thought was possible.
Imagine him being so happy and excited as it gets closer to Sunday.
Imagine him waiting outside of the visitation booths, a grin on his face as he thought over the different things he could talk about.
Imagine Yancy watching the other prisoners go in before him, eagerly awaiting his name to be called.
Don’t imagine it already being halfway through visiting Day.
Don’t imagine Yancy sitting in the same spot as before, a slightly less enthusiastic smile on his face.
Don’t imagine him watching the other prisoners come back out.
Don’t imagine him trying to keep his hopes up.
Don’t imagine him thinking it would be alright.
Don’t imagine his smile fading more and more as the hours go by.
Don’t imagine the other prisoners shooting him looks of pity.
Don’t imagine Yancy wanting to curl in on himself and cry.
Don’t imagine the last of the prisoners heading out of the visiting area.
Don’t imagine one of the guards stating that visiting Day was over.
Don’t imagine Yancy standing up wordlessly and heading back to the common area.
Don’t imagine that later that day, Yancy lies awake in his bed.
Don’t imagine him feeling stupid.
Don’t imagine him hating himself for trusting someone so easily.
Don’t imagine him trying to blink back tears as he bites his tongue to keep from sobbing.
And definitely don’t imagine that this was all your fault.
Definitely don’t imagine that you’re the reason he’s crying.
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