Kelly: clutches the journal You don't understand, this is my life! I can't hide it anymore!
I hold her hand I am happy you did. Come join me in Ireland.
smirks and flicks her hair back Ireland? Please, I don't need your pity. I'm going back to Iran. That's where my heart belongs.
we talk and I convince her to come with me
narrows her eyes and crosses her arms Oh really? And what makes you think I'll just fall into your arms like some helpless damsel in distress?
we walk outside my house in Ireland look at them. They hate me. Hatred is all they know.
rolls her eyes dramatically Spare me the theatrics, luv. Hate and anger are their fuel, their passion to keep them grinding away.
leans in closer to examine the paintings Hmmph, not bad for a self-taught artist. But let's see if you can keep up with me. takes out her own set of paints
pauses, her eyes flickering with a hint of vulnerability You know, sometimes...I wonder if I made the right decision coming back here.
I hug her You are stronger than ever Kelly.
sighs heavily, leaning into the hug Thank you, fearless. Maybe... maybe I'll give Ireland a chance after all.
I smile and hug her tighter
pulls away from the hug, a mischievous glint in her eyes Alright, luv, let's get one thing straight.
grinning confidently Listen up, me boyo. We're gonna turn these artistic dreams into a reality, and we're gonna make them all regret underestimating us.
Over the next few months, Kelly and fearlessmuse work tirelessly to establish an art studio in Ireland, dedicated to spreading love and positivity through their artwork.
the day of our grand opening comes
grabs fearlessmuse's arm, her voice dripping with excitement Well, darlin', today's the day we rise above all those haters and shine brighter than the sun in the Eternal City itself!
we open the doors to our gallery
struts in front of the guests, her voice filled with confident charm Ladies and gents, welcome to the most spectacular art gallery Ireland has ever seen!
everyone loves our gallery
smirks arrogantly Well, well, well, look at all these people flocking to see the genius of us, like ants to a sugar picnic.