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    Music Is My Savior

    Tina stood front of the door with her hand on the doorknob in an obvious hesitation to leave the house. Bette knew it was her last chance to make things right but through it all, she stood frozen in the center of the living room.

    Her mind was screaming for her to say something, to apologize in a way where Tina would believe her, to beg her to stay no matter how desperate it made her look, something, anything that would stop Tina from walking out the door . . but she didn’t. As much as she wanted to, nothing came out and the living room was filled with a dead silence.

    "You know, there was a time when I felt like you were really happy to be in this relationship. You would look at me like you were so in love . . . like you were proud to be with me. What happened to that?"

    Tina’s softly spoken words felt like hot swords cutting through Bette’s heart, penetrating deep into her soul. Did Tina really feel that way? Could Bette really have been so selfish that she made the one person who truly deserved to be loved feel like she wasn’t worthy of it?

    Bette’s eyes dropped to the floor in shame, knowing that there were no words to tell Tina how sorry she was. There was nothing she could say that would make it all better.

    Tina waited by the door, staring down at her hand still on the doorknob with some hope that Bette would tell her what she wanted to hear. After another moment of painful silence, the blonde couldn’t help but feel her anger grow. Did she really mean so little to Bette?

    Frustrated and heartbroken, Tina roughly turned the knob and stepped outside before slamming the door shut with a force that rattled the picture frames hanging on the walls.

    Bette couldn’t help but feel angry and frustrated too, the dark emotions directed at herself.

    How could she have been so stupid? How could things have gotten as bad as they did?

    Comments

    1. Oh my God, you’re back!! I almost thought you had forgotten about me lol but I couldn’t have asked to read a better story. It’s so amazing Liah, I loved every page. I literally squealed when I saw 12 pages. I’m really hooked to your stories so I get excited when I see so much of your writing.You’re my hero, thank you so much for writing this story. If I have another song in mind I’ll let you know (: So glad you’re feeling better, gonna go read your other story now lol

    2. My god that was heartbreaking! Had to skip to the end to the end to make sure it had a happy ending, which luckily it did :) Love your stories, looking forward to more. Thanks :)

    3. Thank goodness for second chances… I don’t think Bette will waste hers. This installment put me through the wringer, Liah, but I’m happy to see you back. Thank you! :)

    4. Geez, louise you scared the pants off me. I thought our beautiful girl was gone. So happy she is alright. Is this a shot story, if so I sincerely wish there was more. It was a great story and I would like to see if Bette drops the ball or lives up to her promises. She so often makes big bold promises but when the crisis has passed, so do her promises go by the wayside. Great story. Thanks.

    5. Wow im speechless…this was heartbreaking and scary for a moment,but im happy it always turn out good for tibette..tomorrow isn’t promise so you gotta live for today

    6. Dear, dear talented author… The more I read your stories, the more I love your so sensitive way to gave so much life and love to our beloved two… But this chapter is truly special, for me, and brang a lot of tears in my eyes… It so deeply touched me, really it did, and I find it truly difficult to explain how much with just words… Thank you a lot for such a magnificent work, I wish you all the best !! Gratefully – A.

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