Alright here is the second chapter, it's kind of turning into side along with Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, but o well tell me what you think
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Jail changed people. Sometimes for the better, most times for the worst. Jail had changed him.
He looked up at the dull grey ceiling for what felt like the millionth time, and leaning back onto the bristly cot, he let his thoughts wash over him. Thoughts about her.
The only thing he thought about when he was here. The only thing that seemed to whisk him away from the horror that awaited him every time he awoke. Memories of her came swimming in and out of his head.
The first time he saw her, she was sitting alone at the bar, her curls tucked neatly behind her ears, here feet swinging in motion to the music. "Alone?" he had wondered why. Surely no one that beautiful should be sitting alone at a bar on Christmas Eve. He walked over to her and sat down on the stool beside her. He saw her cheeks turn pink, into a blush. She smiled at him, and that was it. He instantly fell in love. He had introduced himself and as soon as he shook her hand, he felt his whole body tingle. Oh yes, he had been in love from the moment he saw her.
He had only really cried three times in his life. Once when his father died, once when he first saw Michelle on their wedding day, once when he thought he had lost her to the virus. Now he didn't care. Tears oozed out the sides of his eyes, wetting the stiff pillow supporting his head.
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He jerked awake, his back stiff and his eyes baggy. That day he requested paper and a pencil. The guard he had asked inquired him on the reason, he had only replied "To write letters to my wife." The burly guard obliged, knowing the reason he was in for, turned and walked out, shaking his head sadly. A moment later the guard returned with the materials. "I'm sorry." Were the only things he said before leaving.
He sat down wondering where to start. Knowing that he would never send these, and that no one would ever see, he recorded the letter he had formed in his mind the previous night. Than tearing of another sheet he began the next one.
Sweetheart-
Did I ever tell you that I loved you since the moment I met you? Because I did. Every day I'd look at you in your station at work, wondering if I could ever have you. The day we kissed for the first time was the best day of my life. I remember it perfectly, the way you looked, the way it felt when I hugged you, the way your lips felt against mine. More than anything I want to see your face, touch your cheeks, feel your lips on mine. I ask you again not to give up on me.
I love you,
Tony
Jail had changed him. It had made him realize that you don't know what you have until it's gone.