Fan Fiction
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Strangers on the roof
Tentatively and with a heart full of courage, Tina moved her fingers to intertwine them with the woman’s. There was something about her that made her feel incredibly safe.
Bette looked at her with raised eyebrows; her expression startled but warm. Tina smiled at her, and Bette squeezed her hand as if to acknowledge whatever was going on between them.
– “And you? Do you want to talk about it?”.- She asked. She was eager to hear Bette’s story. And she scolded herself for the intensity of her thoughts and feelings about someone she had known for only a few hours.
Bette looked at her as if contemplating whether to speak or not. It seemed to Tina that Bette was not a woman who usually shared her feelings very much, so she mentally prepared herself for a negative answer.
– “I think…”- Bette began, looking away from her to the sky that was starting to darken- “I think like you… I came here to think about my future. I want, I need, a change of scenery”.
The answer was vague and terribly ambiguous, but Tina felt grateful. In some weird, metaphysical way, she knew the woman wouldn’t have shared that much under normal circumstances. She struck her as someone who was not in the habit of expressing any kind of vulnerability, who always presented herself as an implacable force with no blind spots.
Tina squeezed the woman’s hand, and when Bette turned to look at her, she smiled, trying to pour all her gratitude and appreciation into that single gesture. Bette frowned, looking puzzled, before letting out a small laugh of disbelief.
In a small, silent language they seemed to share, Bette squeezed her hand and stroked her thumb over the soft skin beneath.
– “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you”.- She said before biting her lower lip as if questioning whether to continue or not.- “I want to… I want to open my own gallery”.
Bette didn’t say anything after that, and Tina knew that, unlike her, the woman wasn’t looking for advice or guidance; the decision was made.
– “Thank you”.- She told her in a whisper. As if, with that one word, she could express everything she wanted to say to her.
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DumplinT says
Feel like this was delightful, refreshing, short film. We got the point & the spirit of the chance encounter.
Perrrfect!
Sof says
Ohh thanks so much! I’m super glad you liked it! :)
Martha3128 says
Wow…. the randomness of the universe. Very nice story… when it is meant to be, the universe makes a path.
Thank you for this story…
Sof says
Indeed! the randomness of it all. Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a lovely comment!