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That dinner. That dinner she foolishly looked forward to all day after holding Tina’s hand for just a brief moment. How Tina’s soft fingers, entwining perfectly into her own, scratched at Bette’s glass closet, allowing emotions decisively packed away to creep in from the past. Bette spent the afternoon in a blissful daze, smiling as she strolled around the market, sighing contently when she found Tina’s favorite wine, humming when she lit the candles on the elegantly set table. That dinner that she pulled out the tagine, and made the most time consuming, care-taking dish she could think of to make just for Tina. That dinner where she sat next to her ex-wife and listened to her own heart implode when Tina’s words spiked a dagger through her chest. When Tina said the words “marry” and “I said yes” Bette could only hear a crushing thunder with a static bolt that sent anguishing pain throughout her body. Tina’s voice became a mere drone, floating away into some alternate universe. It couldn’t be real. Tina, the love of her life, could not be sitting next to her telling her she was going to become someone else’s wife.
Just thinking about it made Bette’s chest thud again. She involuntarily whimpered as she took a sip of the warm liquor. There was a knock at the door as she passed it. Thinking Angie decided to come home from Jordi’s, she opened it without looking.
“Hey,” Tina said.
Bette took a step back and stared at Tina standing on her doorstep. Again.
“Can I come in?”
“Did you forget something?” Bette gestured for her to come in, shutting the door behind her. Tina was still dressed as she was for dinner. The blue silk blouse that turned her hazel eyes a deeper shade of green and her black leather pants that sent Bette into a tizzy. Bette clutched the glass a little tighter when Tina brushed by her.