Jasmine felt the tears welling up in her large brown eyes; she hadn't expected it to be this overwhelming. Everything seemed so different to her now; the sun a little duller, the sky a little greyer and the grass a little harsher, it was as if the past few years of her life had drained all the happiness from the world.

It was her first time outside of the rusted, rough, iron gates that surrounded Peterborough prison in years. Slowly, she wiped the stray tears away from her soft pale cheeks with the delicate cuff of her purple cardigan. She had promised herself that she wouldn't get upset, but four years of imagining what that moment would be like couldn't compare to what she felt standing outside of the cold, heartless jail in which she'd spent precious years of her life.

Jasmine's eyes locked onto a familiar figure in the distance and her tears began to fall more freely. Painful memories of their last meeting ignited a whole life in her mind which she had tried so hard to forget.
"Ya weren't gonna get away from me that easily." The figure came closer into view and smiled fondly at Jasmine. They were a young woman called Debbie aged around 24; she had her long, dark hair pulled back messily into a slick ponytail and her seemingly harsh eyes held a sort of anger and yet kindness at the same time.

Stepping towards Jasmine slowly, the girl's original tough appearance faded, her strong façade disappearing with every step. Then she gave Jasmine that look. The one only Jasmine would ever see. The one that could tell you everything she's feeling in just the blink of an eye and all at once everything seemed to go silent. Sirens on police cars stopped their high pitched wailing which had pestered Jasmine almost every day for the past four years. The violent whistling of the wind cut itself short; and for one moment it was just them.

Two people that for the last few years had had to live completely separate lives no matter how much they protested it. But nothing had changed between them. Of course, things had happened, birthdays had flown past, Christmases had slipped away, but they were still the same as before.

Neither of them knew who had moved first, neither of them could really see through the tears that blurred their vision, all they knew was that they were once again in each other's arms crying. Both girls breathing in the familiar scent of the other.
"I missed ya Jas, I couldn't let ya just walk off and start again."
"I shouldn't have said all that stuff to ya, Debs. I needed to see ya and when everyone else had visitors all I could think of was you." Jasmine cried softly into Debbie's shoulder.
"But ya did what ya thought was right, we both know that." She replied softly, which was unusual for Debbie as well, a thing that was -once again- solely reserved for Jasmine. Jasmine nodded slowly and pulled back slightly, deliberating whether to do what her instincts were telling her to.
"What's wrong?" Asked Debbie delicately, pulling away as well. "Are ya oka-" she was cut off by Jasmine, who decisively kissed her quickly before realising what she'd done.

"Sorry, I- I shouldn't have done that. I mean, um- yeah. How's Sarah?" She gasped quickly changing the conversation topic.
"Jas, it's fine, I mean, we are together. Aren't we?" Debbie's questioning eyes searched Jasmine's for an answer.
"Yeah, course we are, well if ya want to be."
"How could I ever say no?" She smiled and kissed Jasmine softly.