C41 Prison

In recent days we have often met Red. I told him everything I worry about.

"I'm scared, Red; I'm scared to know the truth. He's being cold." I bent my jaw in my palm as my elbow rested on the table. Red with his Eva look, of course, because he is wearing a white inner and a black blazer paired with his black slack. His lipstick is even redder on my lips, and the eyes shadow is thick