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    Frozen – Chapter 1 – Prelude to a storm

    Story written on April 4, 2014 by Bette0Porter.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=84727
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    “Did you tell her I’m going too?” I asked Kit, earlier. The only thing she said was that her sister was okay with it. I wondered what she really meant by it. I couldn’t help but hope she didn’t care because she wanted to see me and was happy I was there too. However, I

    “Did you tell her I’m going too?” I asked Kit, earlier. The only thing she said was that her sister was okay with it. I wondered what she really meant by it. I couldn’t help but hope she didn’t care because she wanted to see me and was happy I was there too. However, I was wrong. She wanted me to be there so she could take her little revenge. I guess I deserved it.

    Alice’s voice, calling my name, stopped my thoughts.

    “Hey, T! You seem far away, are you okay?”

    “Uh? Yeah,” I swallow the – by now – cold tea, “I’m okay” and smiled. I was so nervous I didn’t know whether my tremor was dictated by the chill weather or by my fear. I have to admit it I was so freaking scared! Then, as if my friend wanted to put some salt on the wound, she turned to Kit and started to speak about the only thing I didn’t want to hear about.

    “So, when is Bette coming?”

    “She said she was going to be here by 2 p.m.”

    2 p.m. I glanced at the wall clock and learnt it was nine in the morning. The countdown started as soon as Kit told us when she was going to arrive. Five hours, and Bette and I would be facing one another after six years.

    I can still remember how long those five hours seemed to me. It’s like when you’re sitting in class, during a really boring math lesson and you just can’t wait to be out of there: totally excruciating. Or when you’re home, sick, lying in bed. Time doesn’t seem to want to go by and you are there, just looking around the room, waiting. Staring at the walls; not knowing what to do. They close in around you and it feels like suffocating. You just can’t breathe… Five hours and I was going to face a completely new Bette. Something that totally broke my heart.

     

    We spent almost two hours sitting at the table, in the kitchen. Alice did most of the chatting, as she always did. It was a rare thing to be together, all of us. It might sound strange but things changed a lot in these last six years. Now that I think about it, I guess everything started since Dana’s death. It’s as though the strong force that kept us together disappeared as soon as there was no more life left in our friend’s body. Things have never been the same since. It’s sad isn’t it? They say you never know what tomorrow will bring. You’re here today; still, you can’t be sure you’ll be tomorrow. Even so, life goes on. At least, this is what happened to my friends and me (even though surviving it’s the best way to describe how I’ve been living in the past years). I couldn’t say the same about Bette. That day I learnt that no matter whether your lungs are functioning or not, death can be with you nonetheless.

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    1. Great story! Hope you’re not gonna keep us too long in suspence. Love to know in what way our dear Bette has changed and how the two of them are gonna react after seeing each other after all this time.

    4. Wow, Dear!
      What a start (with a little drama, right?) :-)
      I really liked, and I look forward to the sequel.
      I wonder how Bette changed?
      but I hope in the end, you stay Tibetter : P
      I can not help it, you know: I love the “happy ending” :)

    7. Great start! I hope this story isn’t like some many other. By that I mean “the author starts and never finish it”. I know we all have lives but don’t start something you can’t finish! Looking forward to the next chapter I hope. PPS

    16. Sorry I’m a late to this story. I went back and tried to find your first ever posting. Was it Finding Our Own Path? I seem to remember that one, but anyway, I decided to start back with this. It was really hard for me to read, a bit anxiety provoking from imagination what Bette went through not being the birth mother. It is something that has always been a worry for me. Men, whether biological fathers or not, have more legal power than women in these cases, particularly since same-sex parent adoptions are usually not legal. But I’m glad it looks like Tina has rethought this. I’ll get to the rest of the story, slowly but surely…promise! :)

    17. I’m reading this story for the first time
      I will confess I am feeling all the drama
      that will seguir.Bette and Tina separated by 6
      years and a reunion of freezing the heart
      Tina.
      5 stars.

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