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Delia was back. They were back. It was nice. It was good. But Patsy felt like everything had taken a step backwards. Their flat together, their nice little home, it was gone. They lived in a convent.
Two lesbians, happily dating, lived a convent. It was the plot of some convoluted novel, Patsy was sure. If such novels existed anyway. She'd never thought to look.
She missed it, the one night and morning they'd had together as a couple in their own little place. A place they could truly call their own.
"I've been thinking," Delia said one night, just the two of them in Patsy's room. "What if we got another flat together?"
"Are you sure?" Patsy asked.
"I thought, with how it went last time, you might not want too so soon," she went on. Patsy squeezed her hand tightly.
"I have missed it, us having our own place," she confessed quietly.
"Me too," Delia admitted, just as quiet.
"It won't be the same one," Patsy said, "I don't think I can live in the same one with the memories."
"A new flat," she agreed, leaning into Patsy. They deserved it, didn't they? A happy beginning, all over again. A place that was there own, done right this time. No tragedies around the corners.
They got a flat. Near Nonnautus House, no tragedies of there own to haunt the halls. Their first night there was much like their first night in their first flat.
They hadn't gotten a bed-frame yet, just a mattress on the floor. It was enough for them. They had room to grow, and wasn't that what they deserved?
It wouldn't be forever. Who knew what the future held. But it was theirs, for them, for now. They had flowers in the window, in a nice old jug that had been left behind. They had plans for decorating.
It was theirs, and this time it would last. For a while, before they moved on together somewhere else.