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    When She Loved Me (1)

    Story written on October 28, 2010 by GrindRight.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=76468
    Author Notes:

    A love story.

     

    Chapter 1

     

     

    Autumn was in the air, and the apples were as sweet as she could remember. Slowly but surely, Bette had collected the ripened fruit from one of her trees out back, and piled them into her sink. They always made her respect and appreciate the coming season, although this year was somewhat strange – what with the apples being so terribly unpunctual.

    Still, she went about cleaning them; bathing them in the cold water at her fingertips, and keeping one to snack on every so often. She cherished her home grown snack nearly as much as she cherished her own time – private and luxuriously silent. Lord knows the small town wouldn’t have given her any privacy, but she was lucky enough to find a place to herself on the outskirts. It was a nice, big property where her independence could flourish.

    While Bette was not one to be easily distracted, the distinct sound caught her ear – the sound of gravel crunching under the impact of some hurried pace. Intrigued, she dropped the apple from her hands and walked to her screen door, which had grown rather dirty with her lack of cleanliness in her isolated loneliness, and she gazed out from the shadows of her small shack of a place.

    Running from the right of her property to the left was a young girl. Straight blond hair about her shoulders and a slender, admirable figure covered in bulky clothes.

    Bette’s brow lifted of its own free will, and her curiosity was instantly peaked. Where was this girl? Where had she come from, and why was she running? A sudden sense of intrigue swept over her in all of her disgruntled loneliness. She moved one step closer to the door, having found nothing of immediate danger or she would undoubtedly have interfered. Something about this girl made her smile.

    It wasn’t until the next morning when Bette returned to choose an apple that she was reminded of the girl. The apples, which by now were piled somewhat clumsily, sat together in an oversized bowl. Almost as oversized as Bette’s scruffy sleeping shirt. She scratched at the back of her neck with one hand while reaching into the bowl for her fruit of choice – cheap and practical.

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    3. I can’t even think of a proper enough, no beatiful enough compliment to give you for this romantic story. Wait, duckster I know you’re reading. Floor this woman with your poetry. Because I’m too blown away for words. You have a gift and a responsibility lol. Thank you for sharing it with us GR.

    6. *grumbles* 3 pages huh? *stops grumbling* LOVED ITTTT (even though it was short -.-) I can’t wait til you post the rest! (seriously i can’t). I can’t remember ever having read a beginning like this before so I’m excited as hell! I love Tibette beginnings:) Anyway thanks for saying you’ll post tomorrow! *walks off whistling while looking over shoulder*

    10. i can smell drama coming already…i have enjoyed what i have read so far…i hate small towns too many people with to much time on their hands dipping in everyones business and not minding their own

    15. Thank you so much – a beautiful beginning. And it is very filmic – you can see Bette’s place and the autumnal time of year, slightly melancholic, like her mood. I’m looking forward to reading more. Although I am a little scared that as just the song makes me cry you might be going to break my heart!

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