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No Me Ames; #15
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She kissed me, her warm lips on mine sent tingles down my spine, “I’ll miss you,” I whispered as we parted.
“Have a great day at work, baby,” she replied, “And tell Alice that I said, ‘Hi’…”
“Anything in particular you want for dinner tonight?” I asked.
“I bet Becky wants meatloaf…again…” she replied with a small laugh.
“Yes, for the third time this week.”
“That’s coz you make it so good.”
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“Godma! Godma!” Becky called out as she skipped gleefully into the kitchen where Alice was standing, mixing a bowl of sauce. She immediately stopped upon seeing her Goddaughter and bent to pick her up.
“Woah!” she joked, “You’re getting so big, you’re going to break Godma’s back soon!”
Becky laughed and kissed Alice on the cheek.
“Hey Al,” I piped in as I dropped my bags down and moved to put on my apron, “I’m so sorry I got back late from picking Becky up. The babysitter called in sick today so I had to bring her in with me.”
“Aw,” Alice replied, engrossed with Becky who was tugging gently at her hair, “It’s alright, you know I love having her around.”
I smiled gratefully, “Thanks. Becky, come on, come over here and play with your crayons ok?”
Becky hopped down and ran towards me. I sat her down on my desk, keeping her busy with crayons and paper before walking towards Alice.
“Where’s Bette today?” she asked, turning back to finish the sauce she was making.
“The gallery. Today’s Tuesday remember?”
Alice shook her head, laughing, “Sometimes I forget…how is she…”
“She’s good,” I replied, “The usual you know? At least the medication is working now…hopefully. We’re keeping optimistic.”
“Of course,” briefly turning to look at Becky, she continued, “Sometimes I can’t believe that Becky is already five years old.”
“I know, I can’t believe it either,” I said, “She’s becoming so much like Bette in the small ways, you know? The way she sleeps, the way she loves her cereal and milk separately…just small distinct thing.”
“I think that’s beautiful,” Alice replied.
I nodded in response, looking at my daughter who was engrossed in her drawing. She loved art as much as Better, another small similarity the both of them shared. The funny thing is that Bette never forced art on her shoulders, Becky just naturally picked it up.
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Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! Yeah! I said it… okay … Fuck! 5-or-6 times! Shiiiiiiiiit! And now I forgot what important thing I was gonna say! This just really pisses me off, euni…really and truly! Dammit! I’m gonna go try to compose myself…and shit!…to think I was sooooooo excited that you had posted! I’m gonna dismember your ass :) pfffft
You just love to torture your protagonists and reader don’t you?
oh yeah! inevitable! inevitable! I hate that frickin’ word! inevitable!? what is that shit? I don’t like it!!!! Hate that word! Hate it!! Hear me?!?!?!?!?
Well what can I say that baby Z hasn’t said yet and I totally agree with her this fucks, I mean sucks !!!Why now? Why after all these years, they could be so happy . Grrrr I hate it when you do this
wow..reading all the comments you better run and hide :) I went back and re read, and yeah, Bette knew..and didn’t want to go. It is funny it seems if you don’t hear the words, it really doesn’t happen :( I am awaiting to see where you take this, although I might already know..I will stock up on Kleenex ;) PPS
Mmmm not liking this, please make it right, somehow PPVS :¬(xx
Euni, You’re making me die a slow and painful death im telling ya.Bette cant die not now not ever PPVS.
E, can I say you know how to pack a punch,,LOL….I am thinking that you better know how to block really good cause zheese is gonna hit,,haha with this latest chapter that you just posted. As much as I love these two characters in this story, and want everything to be perfect in reality nothing ever is,, and you have written it on how you see them and that is what counts. I loved this chapter cause there was love,love,friendship and then pain.
Dang euni you’re killing me here. I love this story, but it’s truly depressing the hell out me. I hate to say this but will it be over soon? Because I don’t know how much my heart can take. You’ve done an excellent job in writing this. I just find it hard to read at times. But if you write more of it, I’ll read it. Thanks for the update.
Well…do I dare say I’m glad the story isn’t ending soon? Eeks… I guess I’ll say I’m happy we will be able to read your incredible writing/story longer – despite the gosh awful pain inherent in the topic. I hope Helena can hang in there for Bette… It has to be so unbearably painful.
Bette knew.When time gets near. You know. The pain for both the caregiver and the one that needs care it so hard.No one knows what pain Bette is go through are will go through. Thanks so much for bring the to the light for so many. will wait for your next post.
E, I am at loss…what are you doing to us…I agree with every word Z wrote…please find it in your genius writing brain to have a happy ending PLEASE!!!
As much as I would like it to be different, I know that at some point it is inevitable but it is kind of painful to read. PPS