"I just want her to want me like she used to do, through eyes that burned with passion only for me, not simply as the mother of her child". Tina stated flatly. Her tone almost deliberate not to let the hurt penetrate too deeply. Her thoughts were perplexed, she had been feeling disconcerted for quite some time. Nothing could waiver that feeling of complacency and lost sense of connection she missed so dearly.

Helena soothed Tina’s concerns by placing her arm on the younger womans shoulder, unsure how could she could speak for the woman she didn’t know as deeply as she did. But the gesture had not gone unnoticed, it made Tina feel a small sense of relief things might not be ok, but she hoped things would get better.

Sipping her coffee she wasn’t quite sure what to say, some may find it weird awkward almost that she was seeking solace in an ex lover. But the connection had not been necessarily physical, Tina found apart of herself that had slowly sunken after many years of repetitive nature.

"It’s like we talk but we don’t really talk, she has this look in her eyes I don’t recognise. I doubt she even recognises me anymore. Fuck… I wish she would let me back in".

Tina’s concerns were maximized as recollected memories that were safely stored away, ones she came too whenever she thought it was time to let go. Something held her back, this never ending turmoil that masked it’s self through the only woman she could ever love and whether or not Bette did love her anymore.

Things hadn’t been easy in the past year and a half, but yet if she thought about it cynically for a moment nothing had changed. Why did it still appear that nothing had changed but the date in time. She thought with the mental thoughts that preoccupied her mind, fighting to keep her head above water. She wondered if Bette did want her, was she just afraid of being lonely or the fact she thinks Angelica would never see her again. That would never be the case, but the worse case scenario would be the hurt that would leave permanent scarring probably worse than the fracture it endured many years ago. That impression had never seemingly healed, just seared together forming a thin layer that had never truly healed.