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(Re)Finding our own path
The brunette was laying down, in her bed.
She couldn’t sleep.
The screams and music from the party were too loud. She picked up the phone and made a noise complaint.
But her thoughts, that night, were louder. What was that? There was something filling her head. Something about Tina that couldn’t make its way out of her mind.
This time it was different though.
This time that wasn’t just something about sex. It was love.
The love of her life. That love that never disappeared.
When she cheated on Tina with the carpenter, she was lost. She lost her path. That made her to break Tina’s trust. This night, she lost herself, again. But this one led her onto the right path. The one she always dreamed to share with Tina.
Bette’s thoughts broke as she heard the front door open. She thought for a few seconds that if things wouldn’t have not fallen apart, the one to open that door could have been Tina. Sadly that couldn’t be possible.
She exited the room and made her way to the kitchen. She wanted to bring back the conversation about the ‘Helena clone’ with Jodie. But her present ‘lover’ said something that shocked Bette.
«Tina got really drunk.»
The brunette stood ther. With an expression of shock written on her face. Looking at that beautiful blonde who always took her breathe away. Tina was there. On the couch. Sleeping. She knew her former love drank herself to forget what had been said just a few hours before.
Her expression turned in a sad one.
Jodie led into the bedroom while Bette stared at Tina one more time. The love in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.
She loved her. She always loved that woman.
And she knew, now, that Tina loved her as well.
They belonged together and they always have.
After that, she entered the bedroom and layed down. Her thoughts louder than ever. She was sharing the bed with Jodie. But it wasn’t feeling right. The one she wanted, and she always wanted, to share the bed with was sleeping on the couch.
She was there. In the same house.
The house that has been their ‘home’ for almost eight years.
The house that they wanted to be their ‘home’ forever.
Maybe it wasn’t too late, after all.


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