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The night Tina left LA a month ago, she and Bette met again. It was necessary for both of them, because they felt some kind of incompleteness, a suspended state. They met shortly before Tina’s flight at a coffee shop near the airport. It was an emotional conversation. Tina did most of the talking, and Bette listened. Tina said she was very sorry for everything that had happened over the past year. He regrets his stupidity, the words and actions that brought so much pain. She regrets being selfish. Bette talked about her insecurities last night. About how she was embarrassed by her own gesture. A kiss that she initiated. During Bette’s monologue, Tina slowly took her hand and stroked it lightly. It was almost imperceptible, but Bette’s voice became more and more calm because of it. Their conversation ended with the fact that they certainly both feel this attachment and an invisible thread, but what it means to them – no one understood. It was painful. It was too devastating to just let go and start over. None of them were ready to even talk about it right now. The wounds were open and bleeding, and you couldn’t put salt on them indefinitely.