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Janae had gotten a letter from a returning Alison. She knew Aaliyah had the trial, but part of her was still trying to deal with the fact that Aaliyah was so far away from her. She would never be able to touch her, kiss her, hold her, caress her soft skin that smelled of cocoa butter and vanilla. And she wouldn't be able to smile when Aaliyah pressed those small kisses to her shoulder. She couldn't laugh when Aaliyah went on and on about her theories. And most importantly, she wouldn't be able to tell Aaliyah she loved her.

She tried to act like everything was normal, go on like it was the first day of school, except in prison. But that was impossible. Everything reminded her of Aaliyah. Hell even fights reminded her of the girl. It was impossible to move on, yet alone try to forget her. As Aaliyah would say, "it's bloody impossible." God did she miss Aaliyah's voice, and all the curse words and UK slang that came from it. Part of her didn't want to open the letter, scared of what it might say. But the other part of her, needed, hell it craved any piece of Aaliyah.

So she opened it.

My dearest love,

I love your eyes, your smile, your voice, your laughter. I love spending time with you. I even love to be silent with you. I love your manner of communication. I love it when you talk to me about everything. I love listening about your day. I love talking about my love for you, but not everything can be expressed in words.
I love you, without any "buts." I only need you, the rest are the background. Without you, I'm empty, without you, I'm nobody.
I'm ready to give up all my business for you, my life for you. You're my everything.
My life, my happiness, my heart. I'll always be next to you, whatever happens. I'll try to do everything so that you don't doubt me. You're the very reason I wake up in the morning. I like to fall asleep thinking about how much you mean to me. I don't care what others say, I'll believe only you and I'll solely be on your side.
Only you can cause such a bright smile on my face, even after a terrible day I love absolutely everything related to you, you're the best thing that happened to me in this life. And I'm gonna do everything in my power to be with you darling.
I love you, Janae Watson.

(p.s. yes i know this is a love letter, shut up)

signed,
your love, Aaliyah.

Janae smiled, not realizing the tears that streamed down her cheeks, though they were tears of happiness, rather than her usual sadness. She chuckled at the small side note, shaking her head in amusement, she could just see Aaliyah drop down on the bed in embarrassment. She knew Aaliyah's hatred for love letters. She always found them quite corny, and here she was, writing one for the love of her life. I guess people can change.

Aaliyah was certainly proof of that.

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They were forced on a 36 hour lockdown all because some junkie from D-block had stabbed Badison with a shiv. To say Aaliyah wasn't pleased with this, was an understatement. She absolutely hated being stuck in a cell for long periods of time. Luckily, she was able to spend some time with Carol, telling the older woman stories of her and Janae's relationship. Carol even opened up and told Aaliyah stories of her and Barbara when they were younger. That was the only thing she enjoyed about the lockdown.

As of now, the girl was currently leaned up against a wall near Carol and the rest of her group. They had been watching Red, who had apparently been asking around about Frieda. She made the mistake of unknowingly calling Carol an idiot. Aaliyah looked up suddenly, getting the feeling someone was watching her. And she was correct. Her eyes landed on the blonde girl a few feet away. She didn't know how she fucking missed her.

"Oh hell no." Aaliyah breathed out, causing Carol to look at her in concern. "What's wrong?" Aaliyah simply directed her eyes back at the blonde, Carol following her sight. "Who's that?" She questioned, she and her group all looking at the blonde girl, who simply stared at Aaliyah. "You remember that girl I told you about? Taylor Martin?" Carol nods, Liyah gesturing at her, "Well, that's her."

Carol inhales, getting the feeling of where this was going. "What are you gonna do about it?" Aaliyah tilt her head, her eyes still dead set on the blonde. "You know exactly what I'm gonna do. You gonna stop me?" Carol smirked, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. "Not this time. It's time you let that anger out." Aaliyah pulled off her jacket, tossing it to Brock to hold onto, she started walking towards the blonde girl.

Taylor met her halfway, both with glares on their faces. Taylor smirked, "Hiya there, pretty girl. Where's your little girlfriend?" Taylor mockingly pouts. "Don't tell me she finally dumped your pathetic ass." That was it. She finally snapped. Aaliyah threw a punch, knocking Taylor out cold, she climbed on top of her, throwing left and rights as some girls cheered her on. CO Luschek grabbed onto her, pulling her off as another one helped up the barely conscious Taylor.

"That's it, no more yard time for you, Channing!"

"Oh fuck you!"

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Well, to say Aaliyah was perfectly fine after the fight, was an understatement. Something about punching Taylor's face in, seemed to make her more peppy than usual. As of now, she was following Carol and Red to the salon, Carol having a plan to deal with Red, obviously needing a bit of Aaliyah's help. Carol stopped by the door, "I'll be back later," said Hellman. They walked in, Carol sitting down as Aaliyah grabbed some scissors, the two twins standing near Carol. Aaliyah always found them so creepy.

"You're going to leave us in here?" Red questions him, cautious of Carol, and especially Aaliyah, knowing full well what she was and is capable of. "Telling me how to do my job?" He smirks before walking away. Aaliyah smiles joyfully as one of Carol's crew closes the barred door, standing it front of it incase Red attempted to escape. Carol smirking as the twins just stared at the clearly shaken up Red. Carol gestures to the other chair, "Have a seat."

"Okeydokey." Red says nervously, her eyes flickering to Aaliyah who was playing with the scissors, a sinister smile on her face with an evil glint in her eye. Carol really seemed to bring out the pyscho in her. Red sat down, Aaliyah grabbing the apron thing or whatever it was called to prevent the hair from getting all over the person. She tied it, tightening it for a split second as a warning. Carol smiled loving to see Aaliyah in her zone. "The way I see it, this haircut could go one of two ways."

Red looked at her nervously, "I am very sorry, Carol, but I didn't realize it was you who-"

"Was the idiot who let your friend Frieda sell me out?" Carol queried. Aaliyah knew why Carol was always so defensive about the Frieda situation. Even if Carol didn't seem to admit it, she knew Carol had truly loved Frieda. Therefore why she had felt so betrayed when Frieda sold her out. Aaliyah had her theories and Carol's relationship with her mother kind of confirmed it.

Red was quick to deny those allegations of being Frieda's friend. "She is not my friend. And this is a classic miscommunication because that is not at all what I meant." Carol almost wanted to scoff, not really believing the red head. "Then what did you mean?"

Red turned the chair to face Carol properly. "I am the idiot. I was the fucking queen. And I've been reduced to the fool because Frieda sold me out. Like she sold you out 30 years ago. And how does she get away with it? Every single time. I want to put an end to it, and I needed to find the person in here who was as angry as I am, who knows what it's like to be betrayed by her."

Carol leaned forward so she was closer to Red, staring into her eyes, like she was searching for a lie, though she found none. "Well, it looks like you found her." Carol smiled for a split second, Red looking quite relieved. She grabbed Red's chair, turning it back around. "Now..let's fix that fucked-up hair of yours, shall we?"

"I'd love that." Red nods gratefully.

Aaliyah clasps her hands together, she giggles "Betrayal. Brings everyone together." Carol looked at her with a hint of amusement, chuckling softly as she popped a lollipop into her mouth. Aaliyah removed the cloth around Red's head, tossing it in the trash bin. She examined the woman's head with a hum. "Alright, I think I can work with this. How do you feel about getting' rid of the red?" She questioned.

"Depends. How much?" Red asked back, the red obviously being her signature look.

"Majority of it. But don't worry, you'll still be you."

"Do it."

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a/n: TAYLOR HAS RETURNED, though she will not be as important as she previously was!

CAROL REALLY BROUGHT THE PYSCHO OUTTA LIYAH 😭😭

the love letter was my favorite thing to write, it's just so freaking cute and just shows how much aaliyah loves janae 🤭🥲 i can't wait for their reunion!

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