She ran, sobbing through the prison, the second she heard. Stomping feet doing little to relieve the overwhelming and consuming grief wrapped around her like a noose. Poussey had been her lifeline, but now she was gone thanks to motherfucking Humphrey. She was small how did he not realize... When she... Her thoughts trailed off as tears left their versions of skidmarks on the pale cheeks. She was alone now. No more Poussey. Ever. The thought scared the living daylight out of her. How could she live without light? Now every day, even the hottest and bluest would be corrupted because she knew Poussey was somewhere around her. But not with her. It wasn't even that she chose not to be with her. She couldn't ever see her again. Ever. She would never see Poussey smile, or caress her hair or hug her or make her feel like she was floating again. She walked over to pousseys old bunk and grabbed the gray shirt she always wore. It still smelled like her. She wondered if anything would ever smell like her ever again. How could she ever fall asleep without Poussey's touch and her smell. She smelled like home. Did that mean that her home was gone? Yes. She decided it did. She lost her home that day. She lost her everything.