Destiny's POV I took another sip from my glass, my tired feet screaming for much-needed rest as my social battery continued to decrease with every passing second, but sadly the ability to deal with exhaustion was a requirement for my occupation. I was left to mingle and create business relationships at least two times every month, and now my interactions had become rehearsed which meant the conversations held less and less excitement, in the end leaving me to want to leave before I even arrived. "Is he the one who wrote Dreaded?" Mr Teri asked directing the question to me and I forced a smile. "Yes that's him," I replied and he nodded as I fought back a bored yawn while also sending encouragement to my tired body.

Mesi's POV Unspoken words and denied emotions. I was stuck wondering if I had spent my life trying to break a generational curse only to repeat the actions I feared, only to be faced with the inevitable, I was too closed off. I had spent so much time trying to build my financial status that I forgot to build myself emotionally and after all this time I was left wondering how to fix what I had unknowingly destroyed. I didn't fear being alone or at least I don't believe I do, but what I am sure of is my fear of dying alone with the knowledge that I never loved anything but myself and the wealth I had accumulated.  It was somewhat depressing to think that at my age emotions made me uncomfortable, that my biggest

One Month Later Samantha's POV I stood there with the box of supplies in my hands patiently waiting for the elevator to arrive. A month had passed since I had started working here and over time I had grown comfortable with not only the surroundings but the people, a majority of them also having prior convictions like I did which in return made it easier for us to build relationships since we all had the ability to empathize and understand each other. It was seemingly the first time since I got out that I had felt accepted and understood. It was nice to speak with people who understood what I went through on a daily and at the same time, I was still left feeling like an outcast as well since the motto around here was 'Time is the greatest heal

Samantha's POV I stood up removing the gloves from my tired hands as the hot sun continued to rest its palms against my skin awaking the sweat from my pores but somehow I went unfazed. Maybe it was because the sun and I had become properly acquainted over years leaving me to appreciate the slight burning sensation, it reminded me that I was alive and while in prison it gave me hope. Hope for not only new beginnings but for growth in ways my mind could never imagine. So days like these were the ones I dreamt of, days like these were the ones my soul yearned for at night, it was a blessing to be able to appreciate the small things in life especially when the world held so many distractions on a daily. Distractions t

TWO DAYS LATERDestiny's POVMy eyes drifted to her once more before returning to the contents of my glass as conversation continued to fill the space and I couldn't help but wish I wasn't here. It's not that I didn't want to celebrate Britt's accomplishment tonight, it's just that I felt out of place and somewhat guilty with Mesi sitting beside Jazmine a few steps away.My conscience couldn't really handle it as thoughts rushed through my mind forcing me to take another sip from my glass as I tried to calm my anxiety as much as possible."Wanna go dance?"Britt asked"No, I think I'm going to stay here,""You okay?""Yeah I was just up and down all day, I'm really tired," I half lied."I understand,""Just give me a few seconds to get liquored up," I added playfully and she laughed nodding, my gaze moved up as they all exited the private lounge leaving me alone with my conflicted