Oh, I made a short response to Jane's letter. I want you to make what you will of it.
Loverxx
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this computer.
Dearest Jane,
I've heard you.
My love,
Maura
Jane sat there looking at the letter. It was short. She didn't know what to make of it. She traced the letters with her finger. Maura had this neat script. It was like a mix between modern bubbly script and the early 1900s loopy script. It was simple. Jane didn't know what to make of it. Was she angry at her? Did she mean she loves her too? It was cryptic enough you couldn't analyze it. She sat at her desk memorizing the writing in case it was the very last time she would see it. Jane always carried it around in her shirt pocket by her heart. She stared at the letter she got two weeks ago with forlorn look. Jane stiffened when arms encircled her from behind. She felt someone's lips brush her ear. The familiar caress signaled who this person was. A kiss to her cheek and a glance of copper blonde hair she knew definitely. Jane turned and had her lips encased in a passionate kiss. They pulled away from each other. Jane rested her forehead against hers.
"I'm home."