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Eternal Flames—Chapter 11
The late morning light slanted through the tall, narrow windows of Dr. Marisa Caldwell’s office, turning the air a muted gold. Dust motes drifted lazily in the sunbeams, slow and weightless, as if the world beyond the glass didn’t carry deadlines or heartbreak or the quiet terror of letting someone in.
Bette sat on the far end of the familiar cream-colored couch, her posture straight but not rigid, legs crossed neatly at the knee. Six months of therapy had taught her that slouching didn’t make her feel less exposed—it just made her back ache. So she sat upright, ankles aligned, fingers threaded together in her lap, as if the tight weave of her hands could hold all the frayed edges inside her.
Marisa glanced up from her notes, the thin silver frames of her glasses catching the light. She had that calm, unhurried way of looking at people—like she was already giving you permission to take as long as you needed to speak.
“So,” she began, her tone gentle, “you canceled lunch with Tina.”
The words were simple, observational. But they still landed like a pebble dropped in a deep well, sending out quiet ripples in Bette’s chest.
Bette’s gaze shifted to the patterned rug beneath her feet. “I did.”
“Do you want to tell me why?”
The question was soft, but it had a weight to it, the kind of weight that made silence stretch between them. Bette’s jaw flexed once before she exhaled slowly.
“I had lunch with a client that day. Divorce case.” Her voice thinned around the edges. “She told me she and her husband had been friends for years. Never said how they really felt. He married someone else. Years later, they found each other again. She still loved him. He promised he wouldn’t leave this time. And for a while… things were good. They got married.”
Bette’s eyes lifted briefly before dropping again. “And then one day, he just left. No warning. She’s here now because she has to end it legally.”
Marisa tilted her head. “And hearing that…?”
“It was like someone had taken my worst fear and read it back to me,” Bette said. Her throat tightened on the last words. “It felt too close to my own story. Or at least, the story I’m afraid I’ll live if I…” She trailed off, pressing her lips together.
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Small steps indeed, glad Bette asked Tina to have coffee with her.
Marissa seems to be the perfect therapist for Bette and i like the friendship between Rachel & Tina.
Thank you for the update!
Small steps are still steps. Love the slow approach to them renewing their relationship. Being hurt is an anchor on your life not easily removed. Bette is getting there and Tina is willing to wait. Thanks for posting!
Thank you for the new chapter. I love this story it’s different from others with Tina having a son. Bette is so taken with Carson I think she will finally start showing Tina more affection. Hope you post again soon.
I’m so happy you posted this. I want more and more and more. . . This story line is creative and reflects the core of Bette and Tina personalities in a new story line. I love it and need more. Thanks
Hi jjos23
Is there any chance you might continue with this story? It’s so well written and I’m longing to see Bette let Tina back into her heart. I love your descriptive writing and the way you’ve constructed this alt universe is very engrossing.
Please pretty please another chapter???
Thanks anyway for what you’ve written so far.
Largo
I agree with Largo. Please more and more! You have created a new version of their relationship and their challenges.
Your writing/story is really wonderful!
Again, thanks
Just here to agree with Largo and Annie! :)
Done with the re-read. Wonderful story! The slow pace works really well for them. After all they’re not alone in this now – they have to consider Carson in all their decisions. Though it feels like the status of “best friends” might be possible in the very near future.
I really, really hope that you find the time and enough creative energy to continue your story. Keep my fingers crossed and hoping for the next chapter.