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    A Final Dream – Chapter 28

     

    “Bette!”

     

    She keeps on walking, pretending she doesn’t notice me. I walk faster and stand in front of her, blocking her way through. She attempts to walk past me, but I move to make it imposible.

     

    “What!” she says. “Leave me alone, okay? Just fuck off.”

     

    “Hey! Don’t talk to me like that. What’s wrong with you?”

     

    “No, what’s wrong with you? It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re over.”

     

    “Do I have a say in this?”

     

    “No.” She tries to walk away again, but I grab her wrists, looking into her eyes, pleading.

     

    “Please, Bette, be reasonable! It’s no big deal at all.”

     

    “I want us to be honest. How do you think it comes my mom and dad aren’t together anymore? Because they weren’t honest. Because my dad didn’t have the fucking guts to tell her how he felt, to talk to her, he kept his secrets! I don’t fucking want that. You gotta be honest with me, and since you’re not, we’re over.”

     

    “Just like that? You forget all the memories, all the love, this amazing connection just because there’s one tiny fact I don’t tell you about? I’m not gonna let this fuck up our relationship.”

     

    “Well, it already did.”

     

    I know I have to try it another way. It’s hard for me to say, but I do it anyway. “I’m sure Eric will be glad to hear that he, a dickheaded jerk, was able to tear the two of us apart. Maybe he can comfort me.”

     

    She’s ready to explode. “WHAT? Who the fuck is Eric? What the hell do you think you’re doing, Tee? You chose me, ME! What the hell?”

     

    “You ended our relationship. I’m free to do as I like,” I say, turning around and hiding the tears. I walk back to the car of which I don’t even have the keys.

     

    I feel her arms around my waist as she grabs me and turns me over again, the fury consuming her.

     

    “No, Tee, you are mine! Nobody can touch you, certainly not an asshole like Eric. Who is he anyway?”

     

    I smile to myself, it has worked. I encouraged her jealous streak a bit and she’s back in no time. I wriggle myself from her embrace, just to encourage her, and walk further back. I suddenly notice what this fight is doing to me. I look at her and how flaming hot she is when she’s angry.

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