Passionate love is often described like a fire; burning and bright, it’s hard to look away from when all around is nothing but the night. Maeve and Harry’s love though… it was a light of hope among a city. From a distance it blended in with the others and didn't seem very extraordinary or eye catching. But as other lights faded, theirs burned and if anything, grew brighter over time. Until one day… the light suddenly and tragically went out. Just like that. This is a story of how a love began, how it grew, and as all things do in time, ultimately ended.