Disclaimer: I don't own this. It takes place about 2 weeks before the death sentence story starts.
Afternoons weren't so hard. Since they both worked during the afternoon it was rare that they would see each other during that time anyway. Normally she would spend her afternoons either in the Rec. center or if it was a Saturday, recovering since DICKOVER as she (and Adrian) both referred to him had sentenced her to a formal punishment every 7th day for 18 months. After 18 months she was going to be put to death. She wasn't scared yet as there was still plenty of time before it happened.
Mornings were a bit rough. She would get up every morning and look over at the bed. Tears would form in her eyes when she would see he wasn't there. Sometimes her friends would try to calm her down… well they would always try but sometimes it was more successful then other times. By the time she got out to the Rec. room she would feel a little bit better.
Night-time was the worst. She would hug herself pretending it was him. She would picture lying in his arms. She knew he wasn't there though and she felt so empty. On this particular night she heard the jingling of the keys.
She forced herself to remain calm. Sudden noises freaked her out. Then she saw the cell door open. Adrian came in. She stared at him and blinked certain it was a dream.
"I'm here baby," he whispered to her.
"Oh GOD," she said joyfully followed by, "Who's watching Mollie"
"She and Jennifer are having a sleepover," Adrian explained, "and I wanted to see you"
Suddenly his arms were around her. It didn't matter where she was anymore, what mattered was who she was with.
The bed was a cot, barely big enough for one. It certainly wouldn't fit two people. Adrian saw that but he also saw a solution. Trudy had a single cell but it fit two beds. He took the two mattresses and put it on the floor next to each other.
He held her through the night.
"Adrian," she said, "You know I didn't do it right?"
"Of course I know that," he said, "You're incapable of doing anything imperfect"
"Adrian," she said smiling, "Nobody is perfect but I want you to promise me after I'm gone you will find happiness again"
"You aren't going anywhere," he said firmly, "I just need to figure out what really happened"
If anyone could figure it out he could. Adrian knew he loved her. Heck he never thought that he would be brave enough to sleep on a mattress on the floor of a prison but here he was. He would do anything for her. He was only half of himself without her.