Its been three weeks and Bette composed form behind the desk wouldnt give a way for a second the turmoil she is wrap up in, at first she could almost convince herself everything was quite okay, eyes that dont see, heart that dont feel kinda thing, but there was a loophole in her plot, she wasnt seeing but she was feeling the absence, more then ever actually, she didnt notice how she unconsciously had gone to pick up Jessie to different hours, early, late, on the dot, it didnt matter, no sight of Tina, Tinas phone numbers where now engraved on her mind, funny actually when they where together she never learn it, just put it out on her cell and forget about it, for the first week Tinas address had made a hole on Bettes purse now, that was no longer the case, she had rounded Tinas building every night when she was out of the CAC after all it was on her way, it was not like she was making a special trip or anything, right. So she reasonably knew she had to put an end to this madness, the problem was find out what would it take to accomplish that?

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Tina was crabby the latest script in which she had worked for almost a month, totally flunked in the studio eyes, they hate it, ***** Tina hate it herself, but she wasnt even mad about that, she was mad at her, Fine she was used to live in fantasy-memory land for years now, memories of her other life came and flooded her with ideas, romance and sorrow, now, not even that bring comfort, all she could see was Bette telling her stay out of my sight cuz I want nothing with you at first she felt rejected, then she felt hopeful when Alice had told her about Bette asking for her address, now she was simply mad, mad at her for being so ***** stuck in Bette Porter, she was not that young anymore, but she could have a lot of woman, actually woman looked after her, why does she had to want the one that hate her guts, nah Bette didnt hate her she could tell, if only she had one chance, she knew she had a shoot at happiness.