Tina didn’t respond, she just lounged on the couch writing like a mad woman. She had been writing since the whole ordeal started about how bad she felt about what she was doing and then about how deeply she had fallen for Bette.

She had spent the last weeks since Bette disappeared writing love poems for her lost love, pages full of ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ Ever since she was fired from the company she had been living on the streets.

Reality hit her like a ton of bricks.

Living a spoiled life surrounded by money and women, she had no idea there was so much poverty in her own city. She had no idea women would look at the products of EcoFashion and hate themselves because they couldn’t look that skinny, or tall, or beautiful.

Then she knew what Bette felt when no one would hire her because she would go into interviews with raggedy, dirty clothes she had slept in the drunken night before, her eyes and nose red from crying, her hair a blonde matted mess. Credentials don’t matter if you don’t have the looks.

She had given Bette that opportunity even though she lacked the physical parameters to work in the fashion industry, and Bette was fiercely loyal, devoted and caring. And what did Tina do?

‘You fucking bitch!’ Tina wrote furiously as tears slid down her cheeks, ‘Tina you are an evil, bitch! You let Helena control you like a damn puppet and look at you now! You’ve hurt the most important woman in the world. The only one who was kind and sweet and cared about you for who you were and not because of your money and your fame.

‘I don’t care about the fucking company anymore! Bette is so much more important. Shane can run it, she’s already brought the damn thing out of debt, my dad actually made her an official shareholder! I don’t care if Daniel Schecter runs it or fucking Satan himself, I just want Bette. I want to hold her in my arms again like I did that first night at the club.

‘I want to kiss her soft, sweet lips. I want to caress and worship every inch of that gorgeous body that she hates. I want to tell her how much I love her and her actually believe me, and know that there’s no company, no ulterior motives.

‘Oh where are you Bette? Why am I even asking that? I don’t deserve you Bette. You deserve to be with someone who will love you and respect you, something I haven’t done. I’m dying here, I don’t know if I can go on.’

"Tiiiiinnnnaaa!" Jenny groaned, "what the Hell are you listening to me?"

Tina stood up from the couch and grabbed her little bag that contained what was left of her things. "Thanks for letting me sleep on your couch instead of that alleyway," Tina said not meeting Jenny’s eyes, "I’ll get out of your way."

"Whoa wait, where are you gonna go?" Jenny said.

"I don’t know," Tina said.

"Just stay," Jenny sighed.

Tina shook her head, "I don’t deserve your hospitality."

"Tina, please just stay," Jenny said, "regardless of all the shit that happened I still love you."

"I’m so sorry Jenny," Tina said, "I’ve just been leading you on all these years. I hope you can forgive me one day."

"I already have," Jenny said, "look we can start a new chapter…"

"No," Tina said, "I’m not living lies anymore."

"You don’t love me," Jenny said.

Tina shook her head, "I’m sorry."

"You really love Bette don’t you?"

A fresh batch of tears pooled in Tina’s eyes and a sob escaped her throat as she nodded her head.

Jenny pulled her into a gentle hug, "I hate that you love her. And I hate that you’re suffering."

Tina pulled away from her, "well don’t. I deserve this suffering and no matter what anyone says, my love her is the best thing that’s ever happened to me."