“Maeve?” The young woman will strawberry blonde hair says. “I-Is that you?”

The woman darts her head to the direction the voice came from. Her eyes welled with tears. “Bella. I-It’s me.”

“Maeve!”

“Bella!”

The two young women ran to each other and embraced as tears streamed down both of their cheeks.

“I-I thought you were dead” Bella says when they finally pull away.

“No no no. I was framed for a crime I didn’t commit. I was in prison.”

“The police covered it up. Didn’t they?”

“Yeah. The lying pieces of sh-“

“Bella!” A young man with glasses on and dark hair shouted from across the room. “Does this painting look, realistic enough?”

“Wait! Give me five minutes Ben.”

“Bella. Oh my. I never thought I’d see you again!” The two embraced again.

“Oh my God! I forgot how much I love you!” Bella wrapped her arms around Maeve’s neck as their heads touched. “I promise to never give up on you.” She whispered.

“And I promise to try not to get wrongly framed again.” They chuckled together. The first time both of them had felt happy in a long time.

Maeve stroked her hand through Bella’s hair as their faces connected by the lips. They were together, at long last.