“You sent them away?” I asked when he came to me the next morning, while two soldiers carried my bookcase from the room.
“Yes.”
Staring out at the courtyard below, I kept my posture strong and my quivering was held tight by my squeezing together my folded hands. But I could not stop a single tear from rolling down my cheek; the first one since I had come to this prison. The light of this cell was now gone, and so thus was my little joy. He was taken from me and driven far away. Nothing remained here of any meaning to me.
Nothing.
Yes, this place is truly a prison, nothing more or less than that.