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    Frozen – Chapter 1 – Prelude to a storm

    Story written on April 4, 2014 by Bette0Porter.
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    I glanced at the clock once again and I realized only a few minutes had passed. They seemed to last hours. Once we were finished with breakfast, we moved to the living room. I could hear Helena and Kit talking about the weather and the upcoming storm. The sky was starting to show its fury.

    I glanced at the clock once again and I realized only a few minutes had passed. They seemed to last hours. Once we were finished with breakfast, we moved to the living room. I could hear Helena and Kit talking about the weather and the upcoming storm. The sky was starting to show its fury. The wind becoming stronger and the sound produced by its incessant blowing almost topped the soothing lullaby sang by the river. Despite I couldn’t listen to it, I knew it was still flowing and, somehow, it unnerved me. I was envious it could go on no matter how scary the storm was going to be. It was running, and never looking back. It seemed so sure of itself; of the journey, it was taking. How many paths did I choose during the last six years? I’ve lost count. Each of them never brought me to the top of the mountain. They seemed to lead that way, at first, but once I was halfway, I would get lost and turn back, finding myself at the starting point. Only one of them seemed to be the right one – and I know it was – but I let it slide through my fingers and shattered it. Just like it happens when you’re holding a clay bowl but you lose the grip and it falls down. Sometimes, the pieces are so tiny that even if you try your best at putting them back together, the effort it’s almost pointless. They’re not going to reacquire their previous shape. You would see the cracks… the more they are thick and visible, the more the damage is substantial and deep.

     

    I sat on the windowsill, resting my forehead on the cold surface as I looked out. The view gave me the chills. The tall and skinny trees seemed to embrace one another, trying not to break, for the wind was flowing through them as if its purpose was to split them up. Just like the river, they weren’t scared of the impact the tough weather was having on them. They fought it! Something Bette and I didn’t manage to do, back then. We let ’the storm’ destroy everything. We gave it the possibility to eradicate our ideals so that everything we built could be swallowed by the endless force of its winds. We, unlike those trees, failed one another the exact moment we started letting go of each other. This brought me back to those clay scraps and I couldn’t stop hoping they weren’t too small and that, somehow, there was still a chance to fix the bowl and salvage its holy content. In addition to that, there was something else I won’t forgive myself about: depriving Bette of something so fundamental to her. An act that, as I would learn that day, forged the new Bette I was going to meet.

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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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