Bette:

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, doing nothing but wondering. Asking herself what the events of the previous night had meant, if they had meant anything at all.
Did she belive in fate?. Well, Until the night before, she didnt, she found the idea of having no control in her own life quite stupid actually.There was no almighty power able to control her life, but herself.
Sunday dawned as it should, bright and early, in its place on the calendar between Saturday and Monday. The party of the nigth before had been crazy, crazier than any other before. Crazy, long and exhausting.
As the firsts rays of sunshine drifted through the open window, she recalled the events of the previous night.
To launch the night she had gotten into a huge fight with her girlfried. Fighting, she felt that was the only thing they had been doing lately, fight. But, why was that? Two people that loved each other shouldnt fight like that, or at least not that often, she thought.
She contemplated the woman that lay besides her, Did she love this woman? Was she in love with this woman? Lately, she had been feeling more like fond of her. She sure liked her, almost always anyway, and she sure was attracted to her. But, was that enough? Suddenly, after the events of the party, it didnt feel like enough.
What had changed? They had gotten into a fight, like so many other times before, they had had great make-up *****. Why wasnt she content? What had happened to make her feel so…incomplete?
She knew what had happened. Tina Kennard had happened. What was it about that woman that made Bette feel so powerless? so weak? What was it about Tina Kennard that trew Bette so completely off balance ?.
What had ocurred to Bette porter was very simple, she had met her soulmate. She had found the sole person in the world she was born to love, the sole person she was meant to grow old with. Her better half, the love of her life. But Bette, in that sunny Sunday mornig, was far from being able to acknowledge this.
Bette knew, however, that Tina Kennard had awoke all kind of strange feelings in her. It wasnt the boiling desire that she felt towards the beautiful blonde what surprised her. What did surprised her, what terrified her were the butterflies she had felt when she had seen Tina for the first time. The feeling of complete dismantlement she had when she looked into the blonde gorgeous brown eyes. This was new for her, frightening. She wasnt used to being weak, to not knowing what to do.
Bette couldnt deny that she felt something different and powerful towards this blonde, gorgeous woman, but things were so…complicated. There was Helena, there was Eric. As unsure as Bette was about her current feelings for Helena, she had no desire to hurt her. She couldnt simply purse Tina to try to find the true meaning behind those butterflies, she couldnt simply forget about Helena. And Eric.
Eric. Well, Eric was another story. The funny thing is, that if Eric hadnt decided to buy one of Lisa Yuskavages paintings the night before, Bette might have never seen Tina again. One may call it fate, but the thing is that on the afternoon of that sunny Sunday, Bette had to meet both Eric and Tina to arrange the last details of the purchase.
Funny thing life is. True love is always the hardest, and nothing that is meant to be is easy. Bette and Tina where meant to be, but nothing was going to be simple, as the both of them where about to find out.
Tbc—