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    Hindsight – Chapter 10

    Story written on December 12, 2006 by Jobadge.
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    Tina Kennard: Her smile could stop traffic and cause weakness in every limb in my body…

     

     

    “I’ve missed you too…” there, I had said it…, and I meant it, I did miss her…

     

     

    I took a deep breath and quickly walked to the kitchen, fuck…, did I just say that, yes I did, and I felt relieved, so much about today had been a relief, it was a good start on what would be making sure that Angelica was a major part of her other mothers life.

     

     

    I search the cupboards for something to make for our lunch, there wasn’t much here, how on earth had she been surviving on the little sustenance that was in these cupboards, but she told me she wasn’t, not really…

     

     

    I look from one cupboard to the next, odd tins, odd packets, all of which were things I knew would have been things I had bought when I had lived here.  I opened the fridge and peer inside, half a carton of milk, seemingly fresh milk if the smell was anything to go by, at least there was that, but little else, mouldy cheese, some white wine, there was some cold meat in the fridge drawer, and one look told me it needed to go straight into the trash.

     

     

    I stood and sighed, I recalled her earlier words, ‘I come home, eat and throw up…’, I shook my head, knowing that probably the only nutrition she was having was what Kit was making her eat, her survival instincts had gone completely back to basics, to merely survive and yet she was barely doing that…

     

     

    I hope today would be a turning point for her as it had been for me.  I knew I had to help her on that journey, I only hoped she would allow me to help her back on the path to a sense of normality in her life, and the start had to be to encourage her to at least eat properly, for Angelica’s sake, for her sake…

     

     

    I walk back into the lounge and see them on the sofa in the exact same place as I had left them, Angelica asleep in her arms and her resting her lips against the dark unruly curls.  She looked up at me, I saw her wince and bring her hand to the bruise on her head, the colour was coming out now, the dark purple lump above her eyebrow from her fall outside the grocery store.

     

     

    “Are you okay..?” I ask her, sitting on the arm of the sofa beside her, “it looks sore…”

     

     

    “It’s just feeling a little tender…” she said quietly.

     

     

    I knew she was lying, “just a little?” I said to her with a raised eyebrow.

     

     

    “Actually… it hurts a lot…”

     

     

    I lean forward, touching her forehead, just gently around the area that was bruised, her eyes slipped closed, as if the touch was soothing, I take a deep breath as I look into her face, she looked so tired, so drawn, so… sad…

     

     

    I felt my own eyes well, it was hitting me once again, how much I had hurt her, how low she had got, I know she had her own part to play in how she lived her life after I walked out, but I hadn’t helped, I could have made this process so much easier for her…

     

     

    She was looking at me, looking into my eyes as they welled, she was searching my face, my eyes, I saw her looking intently at me, as if trying to read the thoughts in my mind, she could always do it so well…

     

     

    “It’s okay T… it’ll be okay now… we’ll be okay…”

     

     

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    3. This makes me so sad in a happy sort of way. They need to just keep going. Saying what they feel, whispering the words of love that only they understand. YOu know a kiss wouldn’t hurt.

    11. I think that they are going to be okay also. It is going to take a lot of work on both parts but mostly from Tina. Bette will always love her, but now Tina needs to show Bette that it is safe for her to love again. For once it is Bette’s turn to have someone caress her and tell her it is going to be okay and then to know that she, Tina will be around more than just one day. Hopefully, love will conquer all.

    12. i’m with coop, a gentle sweet kiss would not hurt right about now and then T should dial up some food…do not leave bette alone just yet…she needs T’s presence…love it…PPS

    13. Jo…You should be in deep shit w/your GF. A talent such as yours. You should be writing sonnets the likes of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. *grin* With this excruiating and abiding love they have for each other, how did they get mired in this morass. Remember how Peggy P. talked about those artists who could fuck like bunnies but also wrote achingly beautiful love letters to one another? What did Peggy say? Something to the effect that fucking w/o art is boring? I don’t remember exactly. That’s why you need to write love letters to your love.

    15. You write so well that its as if im there experiencing it for myself. Great update. I have been looking forward to every update since u first started it. Love it. Cant wait for the next. PPS

    16. Guys, you’ve said it all. I really don’t know what else I could add. Besides, you left me pretty much speechless, Jo ( which is a big challenge that you’ve taken up since I’m usually such a chatterbox ! ). This chapter was simply beautiful, comme toujours. You never never disappoint us, Jo… And I’m almost certain you never will, unless you choose to write those dreadful words…The End. Thanks a lot for this wonderful chapter.

    19. Lovely! Was waiting for this episode! :) Post soon please!!!And for the record… I am totally with azmama Peggy Peabody: “Well, you know, all that fucking, with no art, is really rather dreary. ” hehehe

    21. LOL@the love letter “issue”!… Great chapter! Gotta love this unconscious mutual declaration of love… Progress, progress… Hehehe… You, and you only, could go from the worst possible situation between these two and make it all better!… I’ve got to say though, that I also categorically refuse to relate this fic to “I thought…” and “Remember when…”. That’s just plain impossible for me! So, in my own twisted mind, I just make it that they happened to spend a nice WE in a hotel where they ate oysters and made love on a rose petals bed, but that’s as far as it goes for me… ;) I’m sorry, but to even consider that they could have fucked up so badly after everything that was realised, said, and shared in these two other fics is just too much to ask from me! ;) But that’s okay, it totally works for me that way! LOL! Thanks, Jo, you’re the best!

    23. Oh, there’s hope… how wonderful! I hope they are brave enough to let their guards down and allow themselves to feel all the beautiful things they bring out in one another. And about the love letter thing… I thought this WAS a love letter? It sounds like one to me. Great chapter, Jo. Thanks.

    25. Another beautiful chapter! The way you put their emotions in to words is just so amazing! Thank you Jo… and you should be writing love letters or else you wouldnt be doing justice to your talent. LOL :))

    27. Off course, I (and I don’t think I stand alone ;) want them to be better then ok… But gosh what a way to start… Henry is instantly forgotten now that Tina is allowing herself to feel this emotional rollercoaster… Noone else could do it the way you do, Jo… Lovely as always!

    29. All still very intense, sad and emotional…but always with that little hint of hope…cause i think we all know that your going to make this alright..not easily but in the end!!they will be ok….So this chapter, as with all others was great, and a pleasure to read!..really good stuff.

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