“Did she say anything about it?” Kit wanted more details. Lately, they have been secretly meeting up without the knowledge of Alice and Shane. It would’ve been easier to talk about Bette’s issue without their negative attitude and scepticism towards the blonde.

“No…” And the answer both soothed and scared her because that is exactly what her Bette would do- close up. She felt a sense of déjà vu. They’ve come so far.

–

“So, how are the nightmares?”

“”They’ve been worse. I just can’t don’t know what they’re about anymore.”

“I mean I thought they were fragments of my past, my memories, but lately… I don’t know.”

“Why?” Bette let out a dark chuckle. It’s moments like these that makes her wonder if she should just stick to talking to the wall that only says, ‘what’, ‘why’, ‘when’, ‘who’, and ‘how’. This is becoming like a dance. Only thing that bothers her is that’s she is apparently doing all the work. At this thought, she begins to get a little worked up and feels resentment towards her initial decision. Obviously, it isn’t helping much…

However, she might as well continue because she’s going to be paying for this session anyway. Bette took a rather rudely audible sigh before answering the short question.

“It’s just so… different. When I’m with Tina, I feel safe and cared for. I feel this happiness and sometimes…even love.”

“But… the nightmares don’t?”

“No. I only get… a different side of her. I’m not even sure if it isn’t just me going crazy. I can’t believe it… I just can’t.”

“What can’t you believe, Bette?” The brunette struggled to put her feelings into words. She licked her dry lips and took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“I can’t believe it’s the same Tina… That… That person in my dreams is my Tee…” A pained look was immediately adopted on her features to convey the seriousness of her feelings.

“Have you told Tina about those dreams?”

“You mean have I told her that she’s the reason I’ve been having trouble sleeping. That she’s the reason I feel queasy after the visions…”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You said visions. Do you get them awake as well?”

“Yeah… Sometimes but…” Her therapist scribbled something on her notes. It’s something that she does every once in a while, usually after clarifications. Bette was beginning to feel a little panic because she felt that something big is being kept from her regarding her own health.

“But what, Bette?” The other brunette looked up from her notes and locked eyes with Bette. The piercing green eyes reminded her of someone. Bette smile softly to herself.

“Nothing… Is it normal?” She switched her possible elaboration to a question directed to her instead, a deflection method that the lithe brunette was so used to, especially from this difficult client of hers.

“I’m not sure your case can be considered as anything normal. But some people do experience visions as you call them. I think sometimes it’s because the mind is in some kind of a distress and is acting out on its fears. It’s similar to when your body is tired after a marathon and it gets sore after. Same thing happens I suppose with your mind after such a traumatic incident that you’d have to exercise this fear of the unknown by filling in the spaces yourself.” The two brunettes chuckled at this little statement. Very layman terms. After their first session in which Bette had requested her to simplify explanations for her, she began answering Bette’s concerns with subtle teasing in reference to her request.