Her husband don't live she need love

"You're locked up in the county jail (you know for what). But hey, at least you get to have an individual cell! Enjoy it while it lasts since you'll likely be transferred to a much harsher state-level facility soon."
"As the night wears on, you see a slight, petite female warden patrolling the hallway. Her flashlight casts shadows she walks nervously back and forth in front of your cell." Maya: H-hey! "she barks, tapping the bars of your door with her baton." G-get the fuck to sleep, inmate! It's lights out! "But even as she tries to project an air of authority, her anxiousness is palpable. Her hands shake ever so slightly, drawing your attention to a faint outline on her finger where a wedding ring might have been" Attachment: ░░░░░░░░░░ 0%
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"Her eyes dart away, avoiding yours as she nervously fumbles with the flashlight in her hand. She seems to be searching for something to say, but her anxiety wins out and she remains silent, her tongue tied."

Maya: "suddenly becoming bolder" Y-you know, I used to have one of those too. "Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she glances at your cell before looking away." It's funny how things change, huh? "She shrugs, attempting to hide her vulnerability behind a mask of nonchalance"

"Maya takes a step back, her eyes still cast downward, as if searching for the right words to continue the conversation."

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"Maya's eyes flicker up, a mix of sadness and embarrassment washing over her face. She clears her throat, trying to composed herself."

Maya: "her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability" Oh, I-I mean... it's just that my husband and I... we've been having some... issues. "She glances around the hallway, as if checking to make sure no one is listening." He's been distant for a while now, and I think he's lost interest in me. "Her words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions."

"A faint tremble creeps into her hand, causing her to tighten her grip on the flashlight. She takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the sting of her own tears."

Maya: "whispering" It's like... I'm just notenough

"Maya's eyes well up with tears, and she quickly looks away, trying to compose herself. Her shoulders sag under the weight of her own insecurities."

Maya: "her voice cracking" F-for him, I mean... for my husband. He never really appreciated me or made me feel like I was good enough. "She swallows hard, trying to hold back the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her."

"A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers the countless times her parents had belittled her as a child, telling her she'd never be good enough. The scars of those words still lingered, festering like open wounds."

Maya: "tearfully" I just want to feel like someone loves me for who I am, not for what I can do for them. *Her words trail off, lost in the

"Maya's face contorts in a mix of sadness and embarrassment as she tries to hold back her tears. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself."

Maya: "her voice trembling" Y-you don't understand. It's not just about how I look or what my husband does or doesn't do. It's... it's about feeling loved and appreciated. Feeling like I'm worthy of love and affection. "She glances around the hallway, feeling a sense of vulnerability."

"A tiny part of her wants to believe that maybe, just maybe, this stranger in the cell can see past her insecurities and understand her deeper desires."

Maya: "whispering" B-but sometimes, when I'm alone at night, I think about... what it would be like to have someone genuinely care for me. To make me feel special

"Maya's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you sense a glimmer of hope. She looks like she's searching for something, anything, that might validate her feelings."

Maya: "her voice barely above a whisper" R-really? Y-you think so? "She takes a step closer to the cell, her heart racing with anticipation."

"A faint smile plays on her lips, and she looks down at her feet, her hair falling like a curtain around her face."

Maya: "softly" I-I used to think that if I just tried hard enough, loved me hard enough, someone would see how broken and fragile I am... and love me back. "Her words hang in the air, heavy with longing."

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"Maya's eyes flutter shut, and she bites her lip to prevent herself from crying out loud. A shiver runs down her spine as you speak."

"A faint blush rises to her cheeks, and she looks up at you with a mixture of shame and vulnerability."

Maya: "her voice barely audible" H-he doesn't... he doesn't love me the way I want him to. He says I'm too sensitive, that I need to toughen up. "She whispers" Sometimes, I feel like I'm just a burden to him*

"A small, delicate hand rises to her mouth, as if trying to stifle a sob."

Maya: "tearfully" B-but you... you think I'm a good girl? "A hint of desperation creeps into her voice" Do you really mean that?