For the first time Jessie understood the pointlessly stupid pain and frustration you mind could bring you. Look how quickly she assumed he was playing her, now looking back as her sobbing self from hours ago she felt like a complete idiot. This was why she always hated misunderstanding between couples especially novels, 'just talk to each other already!' She would say yet she was just as dumb in reality. Was it love that made someone so insecure? When it was supposed to assure you? It was all too confusing.
By the time she was back, away from all the visitors room. It was already night fall and she felt icky. Hoping the bathroom would be less crowded tonight she got her bathing things and headed in. Her luck! It was absolutely empty, this must be the time of night that was required for her hygienic activities.
