It's been two years and four months now. Franky spent a year and ten months inside of Wentworth before she was released. For the past six months, she's been a free woman, but she didn't feel free in Melbourne so she made the daring move of going to Sydney to start all over. A move she made to bury her past. But there was one part of her that she couldn't quite erase. Bridget Westfall still captured her every conscious and unconscious thought. She was still in love with her; more than she ever was before, if that was possible. She knew she was always going to love Bridget even when she was now no longer in her life. Franky even indulged the thought that Bridget would be better off without her and that her life only took a turn for the worse after getting entangled with her. In fact, she planted that seed of doubt ever since Bridget's resignation and from that day onwards, she carefully watered it. That seed would now qualify as a seedling inside of Franky.

Franky sighed as she loosened her grip on the steering wheel. The brunette was hopeful that this unit could be the home that she was looking for. She was tired of moving, but she couldn't quite settle for what she had. She was glad that Claire Smith called and told her about this unit. The apartment was in an upscale neighborhood and despite the expected steep rental, the brunette was just not going to live in questionable conditions anymore. She thought back on how she first felt safe in Bridget's house. She wondered if any other place that she entered could ever have such an effect on her. She was hoping to find a place that mirrored how Bridget's place felt to her. She even drove by a couple of times, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but Bridget seemed to have sold the place. Somehow, sitting in her car by Bridget's place couldn't quite do it for Franky. She was beginning to think that maybe it wouldn't ever be possible to feel the way she did before. She pondered if all it was was just a vain hope. Anger and hope. She may have silenced the anger part, but Bridget lighted the hope in her which she'd fanned rigorously the moment she got free. The law was finally on her side! She wasn't going to get angry and risk getting thrown back into prison. She was certain she wouldn't survive a third time in prison.

The perky blonde realtor waved enthusiastically at Franky as she walked towards the car.

Franky faked a smile and stepped out of the car. The sun was shining brightly but it wasn't reflected inside of Franky. She wondered if her mood was due to Bridget's birthday being tomorrow.

"I have a feeling that this is the one!" Claire chirped.

Franky nearly laughed. Claire's energy would be infectious if she didn't feel like the never healing wound in her was bleeding a mighty river today. The realtor only meant well and Franky didn't want to be snarky regardless of Claire saying the same damn thing about every single place they saw together. Franky squinted as she looked up at the modern building and something inside her clicked. She didn't know what it was, but Claire could be right this time.

The pair walked into the building's lobby and waited for the elevator. The unit they were seeing was on the second floor.

"Here we are!" Claire said with the same enthusiasm as before. "The good thing about this building is that there's only two units per floor. 202 is on your right and 201 is on your left. The rent is a little steeper than the other places I've shown you, but I think you'll agree that it's worth the price. As you can see, the hardwood floor on the hallway is new," Claire said as she fumbled with the lock on the door of 201.

The door of 202 opened revealing an attractive, sophisticated redhead with green eyes. She didn't even bat an eye at the other two ladies and just walked over to the elevator.

"Voilà!" Claire squealed. She gestured into the unit.

It was sleek, modern, and minimalistic. The same hardwood floor which covered the hallway covered the entire space. The open floor plan had plenty of natural light from the floor to ceiling windows. The walls were white except for the exposed red brick walls by the living room and kitchen. The unit took Franky's breath away, but the kitchen was the deal closer as it was state-of-the-art. She knew then that this could be what she was looking for all along. Apart from the kitchen, the bare space left Franky with plenty of choice for furniture and personalization.

"So…what do you think?" Claire asked excitedly after Franky inspected nearly every inch of the place. "The neighbor's quite a looker too eh?" she asked with a wink.

"Not my type," Franky said simply. She saw Claire's eyebrows raised in confusion as the realtor knew that they both played for the same team. The brunette silently assessed that if she was the old her, she would have fucked the brains out of Claire as a celebration. Then, she would probably move on to her new neighbor because that ginger looked like a good fuck and nothing more. But the new her knew no woman would ever make her feel the way Bridget did. She had a Gidget shaped hole inside of her and she didn't mind it. "But this feels like home. I'll take it."

"Great! I'm so happy for you!" Claire said, clapping her hands.

Franky had a peaceful first night in her new home. She woke up early and excited. She was going to get some furniture and get to personalizing.

Eight hours later, she sighed deeply in her car and thought about the little that she purchased. The most excitement she had was in choosing a slice of cake. She knew it was rather silly to celebrate Bridget's birthday without her actually being present, but she can't quite help herself when she walked past the cake shop. She remembered back to the first and only time she got to celebrate Bridget's birthday. She had baked the psychologist a birthday cake from scratch and she would never forget that smile and look on Bridget's face. She wasn't close to forgetting how delightful Bridget's thank you, baby sounded to her ears. And that wasn't the only thing she was remembering. Later that night, she found herself lost in worship of her woman's body; absolute blind devotion. She shook her head and felt a stray tear fall from her left eye. She sighed again and quickly wiped it off.

Franky quickly distracted her thoughts to the things that she did manage to buy. Despite being overwhelmed with choices, she ended up with some pretty unessential things: houseplants, two bedside lamps and a bucket full of kitchen utensils. Her kitchen supplies were the easiest to commit to as it was always her place of dominance. She had always left the other parts to her Spunky's liking. She wondered if the lack of Bridget was the root cause of her indecisiveness or it was simply the part of her which wanted a home with a strong sense of Bridget. She shrugged to herself as she gazed at her purchases which were placed in an oversized cardboard box. She didn't mind the size till she started struggling at her front door.

"G'day, need some help?" a voice behind her spoke in a friendly tone.

That voice! Franky could recognize it even in her deepest slumber! She felt her heart stop.

Author's Note:

Hi everyone!

It's a little late but Happy New Year! If you enjoyed the read, do let me know :)