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Sitting across from your older brother, dressed in his prison uniform with cuffs around his wrists. It was your weekly visit to see him.
But as you sit there, only half listening to what ever story he's sharing with you, your mind drifts to the convict you passed on your way to visitation.
He sat on a bench just like your brother, and passing by him he looked up at you.
It was his eyes that stopped you in your tracks. They looked like jewels they shimmered so much. A pale blue with tones of a darker color.
"Who's that man?" You ask, well knowing you just cut off what your brother was saying.
"What man?"
"Him. He looks new here."
"Oh, him? That's Michael Scofield."
A/N: That GIF!😍
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