bibeak

Alright, thank you.

...You're here, kind lady!

You read my letter, didn't you? You listened to me and decided to give yourself a chance for us to put the past to rest and find peace!

The doctor was right. I should forgive myself and let my issues go. I found peace, and so can you!

Thank you so much, kind lady!

Bibeak silently hands over a package.

Is this for me?

...What's this? A letter... my letter to you? Why did you bring it back?

He extends his hands in excitement, trying to squeeze them through the window's gaps to touch Bibeak's trembling hands.

His gaze meets hers.

She opens her mouth and utters a single phrase.

Never forgive.

Then she stands up, turns around, and leaves the visiting room.

She hears the sound of the prisoner banging on the glass, and sees the guards rush into the room. The sounds fade away until she no longer hears them, nor does she care to.

Bibeak heads through the long hallway and goes outside.

It is a beautiful day. She looks at the clear skies and exhales.