Chicago One Shot

Being stuck in prison was always hard but it became even harder when you had to face different holidays that outside of prison you once loved.

Today was Valentine's Day and in a prison, it was hard to enjoy it. You had been happily married, and unlike most of the other women on murderess row, you hadn't killed your husband and knowing he was on the outside, living his life, it hurt a lot. You had received a card from him and even if it wasn't the same as a Valentine's Day at home, it was better than nothing.

You were sat in your cell looking at the card when Velma stuck her head in, noticing the card that you held.

"From an admirer?" She smirked.

"Husband," you corrected.

Velma rolled her eyes, marriage still being a sore spot for her, not that she would admit it. After she had murdered her husband and sister when they had started an affair, you couldn't really blame her for why she hated the concept of marriage.

"Anything saucy?" She asked.

Even if she hated marriage and didn't trust the sanctity of it, she still wanted gossip and anything that took her mind off of the hell that was day to day life in prison that didn't change up a lot.

"Unless legal fees are saucy, no," you frowned. "He said he loved me but most of it is talking about selling my mother's jewellery to pay for my lawyer, not that I get a say in the matter. I guess I am just lucky he even bothers to write to me and find a way to pay for a lawyer."

She groaned at the sound of it, and you could hardly blame her. You were equally bored by the contents of the card and had hoped for just a moment of escapism from your fate behind bars.

"No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside of windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine's cards, dancing in the rain?! What happened?!"

It was somewhat true of the pain that you felt after the romance of the honeymoon period dying quickly but also seeing other couples that were romantic, unlike your husband, did rub it in further.

"He was never that romantic," you shrugged. "But even he does better than this normally."

"Don't worry, it'll get better when we get out of here," she smiled. "Then you can ditch your husband and find a man that knows how to treat you right."

You nodded your head, not wanting to argue but also not believing in it.

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Written by Charlotte.

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