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” A View From A Tower”
Alice giggled.
Alice: More than you knew!
Bette: Indeed. So I made my way over to the fireplace and took a look on the mantle. She had pictures from side to side. I looked at them all closely, but one caught my eye. It was a family photo with Drew smiling in the background. I almost screamed.
Alice: Where was Monica?
Bette: Still in the kitchen. She heard me gasp though and ran out. She followed my gaze and saw what I was starring at.
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Monica: That’s my big brother, Drew.
Bette: Brother?
Monica: Uh huh.
Bette: I hafta go.
Bette grabbed her jacket from the arm of the couch and threw it over her arms.
Monica: Bette! Wait!
Bette: No Monica, I hafta go. You have no idea.
Bette reached for the door knob but Monica pulled her back in.
Monica: You were so beautiful…
Bette’s eyes squinted in confusion.
Bette: What?
Monica: I had dinner with Drew a few months ago and he showed me a picture of you. I told him you were really beautiful.
Bette: You knew?
Monica: I recognized you from the gallery. I had been coming to that gallery for months just to look at you. And to know that you were with my brother killed me. I stopped going for about a month.
Bette backed up slowly and sat down on the couch.
Monica: Bette, please don’t be upset with me. You and I know both know that what we could have is more than what you and Drew could ever dream of.
Bette said nothing, although she knew the blonde was right.
Monica: Give me a chance.
Bette: And what about Drew?
Monica: He doesn’t have to know.
Bette: How could he not? You’re his sister, I’m his girlfriend.
Monica: Just spend some more time with me and then decide what you want to do Bette, but give me a chance. You have no idea the kind of love I could offer you.
Bette already knew Monica was right. But guilt kept Drew on her mind.
Monica: Please Bette…
Bette dropped her head down. Monica took Bette’s face in her soft hands and kissed the brunettes forehead.
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Great story! Good to see you posting again.
This is incredible! WOW!
DAMN that was good! But so sad. :(
Oh, you could so keep going with this!
you kill me, no matter what you write, you hook us all in!!!!!!!!
I need to know if she tries to find her. Keep going. I know you have that scene in your head; Monica and Bette in a cafe, it’s New York, it’s raining…
Great story! And don’t forget to update your other story. We’ve been waiting for so long…
Loved it!
awesome!!! Ok, now post on the other saga that we know and love pls!!!!
that was awesome, i’m glad you showed up, i miss your story
Incredible; simply incredible. I realize that this story is for the fantasy challenge; so once you’ve won, I hope you consider continuing it.
I did a happy dance when I saw your name…that was great! Post anything soon..
Brilliant but kind of sad. Thanks for sharing
WOW! Why is life so damn complicated? You think that you found your true love and something or someone steps in and tears everything apart. Great story or post.
I am still a fan of your writing and your amazing story. I am glad your back and I hope you will continue. Please post again.
I like it…I would be interested in a follow up…
Damn this is amazing and love it!!!!!!!
This is so fucking good, I hope this is not the end, please go on with this story luv.
That was so very sad,I just wonder, If only. that was great thanks
Wow! You sure know how to pack a punch! Your stories always deliver! You have a distinctive style that is all yours – very literal, very literate and very entertaining. Thanks for taking time out to meet (and conquer) this challenge.
That was brilliant and what a great twist at the end.
i just clicked on you name from my list of fav. FF authors cause i wanted to see if you posted recently and this is what came up. I am glad i couldn’t sleep tonight cause i may have missed this post. Ty and i hope you will continue this story as well as “no good deed…” i always love your stories