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Lost & Found in the Rain
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Did she say something wrong? Was this Tina’s way of ghosting her? Or was it something else?
Frustration built in Bette’s chest like a dam ready to burst. She grabbed her keys. Fuck this. I’m going over there. But she didn’t move. She sat back down, gripping the keys so tightly they dug into her palm.
No, If Tina wanted to talk, she would. Bette Porter didn’t chase after people.
At least, that’s what she told herself as she stared at the ceiling, drowning in the silence.
Tina’s Classroom – Afternoon
The room smelled of paint and turpentine, the soft scratch of brushes filling the silence. Tina sat hunched over her canvas, her strokes unfocused, the colors blending together in ways she hadn’t intended.
Her mind wasn’t in the art. It was still stuck on Bette. It had been a week. A whole damn week.
No texts. No calls. Nothing.
She should be used to it by now the push and pull, the uncertainty but this time, it felt different.
The chair beside her scraped against the floor.
Henry: (grinning) I see we’re in our brooding artist era today.
Tina sighed but didn’t look up.
Tina: Not in the mood, Henry.
Henry: (mock gasp) Not in the mood for my comedic genius? That’s a first.
She let out a small chuckle despite herself. Henry always had that effect.
He leaned in, studying her painting.
Henry: (tilting his head) What is this? Existential crisis in oil pastels?
Tina finally looked at him, shaking her head.
Tina: It’s supposed to be abstract.
Henry: Ah, right. Abstract. That thing artists say when they don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
Tina rolled her eyes, but the amusement in them was real this time.
Henry watched her closely. He knew that look she was trying to pretend she was fine, but he could see the weight behind her eyes. And he hated it. Because he knew exactly who was putting that look on her face.
Bette Porter.
Henry had always assumed Tina was straight, so seeing her with Bette at the cafe last week had caught him off guard. He knew all too well about Bette’s effortless charm the way she could command attention without even trying. But what unsettled him the most was Tina’s expression. The way her face lit up whenever Bette spoke, the way she leaned in, completely absorbed. It wasn’t just casual interest it was something more. And that realization gnawed at him, stirring a frustration he didn’t want to acknowledge. Tina deserved better. She deserved him.
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I loved how the scene played out, mostly because they were so honest with each other and actually talked things out rather than running away. Tina needs to make her own decisions and trust Bette rather than being influenced by friends. Bette needs to be honest with herself and knowing her past reputation should not prevent her from growing and loving respectfully. We know they made it to a certain point then things fell apart. I look forward to you filling in the years between when they met in college and how they ended up in divorce court. Great writing style. Thank you for sharing this story!
I really appreciate your thoughtful insight, It’s indeed a significant moment for Tina to trust her heart and for Bette to demonstrate her commitment to change. The journey from where they began to where they are now is rich with history and emotion, and it’s thrilling to delve into that narrative. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
Honest and raw emotions. Great update!
There’s still so much to unfold, and I’m excited to take you along for the journey. Appreciate your support
Loved the scene in the rain! They both have real, understandable emotions. Though I could kill Helena, lol. Please continue this story
The rain wasn’t just a backdrop it was a storm brewing between them, mirroring every unspoken fear, every desperate hope. They weren’t just standing in the downpour; they were drowning in their emotions, clinging to each other like lifelines. And Helena? She struck the match, but Bette and Tina were always going to be the wildfire. There’s so much more to unfold, and I promise, the intensity is far from over.
Oh geez, most definitely continue with this story. I like how skeptical Tina is of Bette from all the horror stories told to her about how Bette loves them then leaves them with no commitments. Please hurry with new chapters. Now that they are both soaked from the rain will they go to Tina’s room, Bette’s room or each to 5heir own rooms to change clothes and get dry.
The rain wasn’t just a setting it was a force, relentless and unforgiving, much like the emotions crashing between them. Bette, for so long, had been untouchable, slipping through hearts like sand, never staying long enough to leave a mark that mattered. But Tina? She was different. She wasn’t just another fleeting moment. And that terrified both of them.
Tina had every reason to hesitate. The stories of Bette’s past weren’t just whispers they were warnings. Bette was the storm people admired from a distance, never daring to step too close, because those who did never left unscathed. And yet, here they were, soaked and breathless, standing at the edge of something dangerous, something real. There’s still so much more to unravel and I’m excited to take you along for the journey. Appreciate your support.