Arriving at the first floor, the brunette bolted forward, eager to get out of this building. She realized that all her belongings such as her phone and car keys were left at home, but she hated the idea of getting back. She didn’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, let anyone lecture her. She wanted the whole world to leave her alone with her pathetic self.

Catching a cab, Bette demanded for a driver to take her to the beach. The only place that could share her thoughts and feelings, the place that could understand her without any meaningless words was the beach.

Bette didn’t remember when was the last time she spent time at the beach and mulled over her problems. Maybe that’s because she hadn’t had problems until now. Bullshit. She had lots of them, her whole life consisted of problems, which had been dismissed by her each and every day. And now everything blew off and struck her in her most vulnerable place – her heart.

But then, Bette thought, there was Tina and nothing mattered. Other problems were impalpable as long as there was Tina. Tina, her blonde angel…oh God how patient and understanding she had always been, always there to sooth her anger, always been putting up with her shit so skillfully like no one else could and would never be able to.

As Bette sat down on the sand, she wondered what did she do to deserve Tina’s self-giving love and iron patience. Well, she bought her flowers sometimes, she made her feel like a goddess in bed, she… Bette’s shoulders dropped with despair, when she realized that her contribution into the relationship really didn’t go beyond flowers and sex. All her other actions fully overshadowed the good ones. The rapid mood swings, the constant fits of jealousy, the stress she not only herself had been in but having been making Tina suffer from it too. And the never-ending work didn’t even need to be pointed out. The ever present work…

Work… Bette shook her head. Her job was many things. It was sex and drugs, it was blood and dirty money, fraud, threat to the society, degeneracy and moral leprosy. Her job was many things but never once a beneficence.