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“Don’t call me that. Just .. leave .. please. I want to be alone”
Brenda tried to reason with the blonde who made it clear with her gaze that she would not budge before pursing her lips in annoyance. She had harbored a crush on Tina for years, lusted for her longer than she ever had for another but some things just weren’t worth the trouble. As must as she wanted the blonde, Brenda found herself above drama and anyone entangled in it.
She tossed a few bills on the counter to pay for her drinks, “Call me when you’re in a better mood”
Tina rolled her eyes and let out a deep audible sigh as Brenda stormed out of the bar, finding herself unaffected with her exit and instead mourning over Bette’s.
Of all the scenarios Tina had pictured in her mind, none of them predicted Tina’s last words to Bette to be what they were. She hadn’t expected the brunette to say what she did either.
It was obvious that Bette still harbored resentment for Tina not that the blonde could blame her. It simply meant that a reconciliation of any type was clearly out of the question. As far-fetched as it sounded, Tina had always held onto some hope that one day she would see Bette and be given the chance to explain things.
She had never expected for things to go back to the way they were but had wished that at least she would be given the opportunity to mend some of what was broken. Bette deserved as much, she deserved the truth as to why Tina had turned down her proposal all those years ago.
Tina breathed deeply at the memory of that fateful night, the pang in her chest feeling all too familiar to the pain she felt when she rejected the love of her life. It was a decision that Tina hadn’t wanted to do, one that she had tried to convince herself over and over was for the best. It had broken her heart to do it then and had the same effect to remember it now.
It had been seven years since that day and Tina wondered if another seven would go by before they laid eyes on each other once more, Bette’s dinner proposition suddenly seeming like an impossibility.
It’s for the best. The blonde found herself repeating those same dreaded words in her mind. Sometimes digging up the past did more harm than good.
A rustle of newspaper snapped Tina out of her reverie, filling her with the energy she needed to rid her mind of the brunette she had hoped to one day get over.
She smiled at Al who had finished the last of his beer and gestured to the bottle with a tilt of her chin, “Can I get you another, Al?”