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    Frozen – Chapter 3 – The Mirror

    Story written on April 23, 2014 by Bette0Porter.
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    Chapter 3 Cheating is not the ultimate betrayal, my mother once told me. The only true act of betrayal in her eyes was to share poetry with someone other than your beloved. Poetry. The most human of the arts.  An approach to the truth of feelings, the reflection of the most unreadable souls. Words, letters.

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    Cheating is not the ultimate betrayal, my mother once told me. The only true act of betrayal in her eyes was to share poetry with someone other than your beloved. Poetry. The most human of the arts.  An approach to the truth of feelings, the reflection of the most unreadable souls. Words, letters. A fluid dance, the one of two lovers in the act of lovemaking, merging, matching each other’s breath, a one being. Each word followed by another word, closely linked to the previous one. Rhymes produced by two hearts as they culminate in the same tune, their heartbeat the harmonic background, the sounds of their voices, the indistinguishable chant of two bodies binding to one another. Words, letters, rhymes, sounds. The essence of two lovers.

    Angelica. Our daughter, the product of our love. The poetry we created together, I shared her with someone else. Words, letters. Their original meaning lost and the harmony our heartbeat produced was now a steady hum. The poet in the throes of a crisis ripped his book pulling everything into chaos as the words followed no pattern, creating an intricate, artfully designed maze. The map to the way out lost. My pair of waxwings helped me to escape Minos, but thrilled by the feeling of freedom and control I flew too high. I fell down as the sun softened the wax. A bright light, at first, then darkness.

    Shadows of guilt, fear and sorrows closed up around me as I wandered through my realm of darkness. I kept on walking, landing in the middle of a hall. A mirror in front of me reflected the image of someone I could not recognize. Was that what Bette saw, now? A traitor. The one who destroyed everything that meant anything. I made my own maze; I was my own enemy. The love, the laughs, the happiness. Them all subsiding into a chasm as a tornado of mistakes sucked them all in. I could see a shadow standing behind me, surveying me, picturing the past that haunted me. My image, as visible as it might have been was blurry and unrecognizable, unlike the silhouette standing behind my back, it slowly started to take the shape of someone I knew: Bette.  She had been haunting me. Each day and each night, in the last six years. She was my past, and she was my present. A perpetual remembrance of the bigger mistake I’ve ever done, a mistake that opened the door to an even darker future. A smirk formed on her lips as she noticed my troubles and I felt my lungs constrict. I gasped for air, her eyes: they seemed to suck my soul up. Those black and hollow holes, darker than ever, were fixed on me, giving me the creeps, they stung, I could feel a sharp pain crossing my body. I was paralyzed; there was no way for me to turn around, to try to catch my past. It was too far away and that scared me. I looked at my reflection, my face showing the emotions I was going through; affected by the image of the one I loved and then hurt. The curve on her lips turned into an even more evil smile and a noise, something similar to a deafening white noise banging against my eardrums suddenly made me wince, and it was so unbearable I had to cover my ears. I don’t know what it was, or where it was coming from, for I was too preoccupied to try to make it stop. It was no use. The pain, I was screaming. I bent down as I was starting to feel my knees giving out, my body emptied of my strength. I gave another look in the mirror and I could see her laughing at my helplessness. My scream turned into a cry for help, seeking for some solace. Then the silence and the dark… again. A nightmare. I had been having that bad dream for years I could not remember when it started, it was, by now, a part of me. Little did I know that the true nightmare was about to happen and it wasn’t in my sleep. A nightmare within a nightmare, that’s what had become of my life.

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    2. I needed to know that apart from the way she was acting, there was still the same Bette I knew, the one capable of freeing me from any fear and pain. This woman – the one I created – scared me. The Modern Prometheus, someone left alone by the same person that molded him. He only asked for someone who could understand him, but his own creator rejected him, turning him into a monster thirsting for revenge.

      THIS IS VERY GOOD. I’m very delighted to see this story carry on. Good JOB! Keep rolling.

    3. Wow, I’m lost for words.

      I love the way you write Tina’s feelings.

      I know it wil take a long journey before there will be any B&T happiness, but i kinda find it harsh from Helena to fuck with Bette when Tina and Angelica are in the same house. She must know how painful that must be for Tina. And afterwards acting as a dutiful friend, yuk!

      For Bette, she is so cold, but i can understand her, but i dont like it.

      Great update!

    5. Wow, speechless, I don’t know how to feel, I mean I truly understand where Bette coldness is coming from and Tina deserves every bit of it but I mean come Helena and Bette fucking omg that just plain cruel. Helena is an ass right now as usual and I know Bette doesn’t care for Tina anymore but even she has to know this is low. Smh I guess I can drop the hope for a reconcil right now but I’m happy Bette not giving in to Tina easilyand I hope for many late nights run ins in the kitchen betwwen them

    6. your talent with words, just amazes me, my friend!
      It was simply wonderful. I almost felt Tina’s pain.
      She committed the biggest mistake of her life and has to live with it, and her dream: the image in the mirror show this. loved it!
      Helena was a whore here too, as most of the story (“what must the enemy of the people, if have such friends?”)
      It was hard to read that Bette has become cold. I hope we can read quickly, so that the ice melts, and the darkness goes away. :) (I hope you understand the hint?) ;)
      I look forward to the next chapter.

    10. I loved all of your previous stories but this one is the best yet!

      If I were Tina I’d pack up my things and leave but of course she can’t thanks to the storm you threw in. Good thinking now she has to stay and face her demons (Bette).

      So looking forward to see how this story continues with Bette and Tina under the same roof. It’s bound to give some sparkles either the furious or the loving kind just hope they’re not gonna kill each other in the process.

      Thanks for the update, love it!

    11. Wow! Helena is a cow. Too cruel to do that with your “friend’s” ex while your “friend” is in the room next door. Of course, this why Bette didn’t mind Tina being there – she knew how it would play out, at least initially. I can’t wait to see where this goes! PPS.

    12. Love it! Such angst, sadness..perfect! You did well my friend. What I really like is how Bette is and how Tina feels. I find nothing wrong in Belena, although noone probably agrees with me, but Helena was there for 6 yrs, helped Bette, we actually don’t know what their ‘relationship’ really is like, and although I’m a tibetter noone can deny that they’re the hottest couple, at least by physical criteria. I do wish it stays Belena till end but doubt it. And everyone keeps forgeting tibette had their problems, but getting man and taking a child especially in those conditions (samesex couple, together for 8yrs etc.) well that’s fucked up. Can’t wait to see how it’ll play out, with Angelica and all. And I disagree with Bette forgiving Tina for it all, it should be a loooong loooong hard road to take. And I still cheer for Belena. I know I know nothing from it but…at least we can get some steamy scenes? Or at least please don’t make Helena end up with broken heart. I know, won’t get even that. Eh, well than at least write fast and thanks for posting!

    13. I can’t explain how much your comments mean to me, guys! I’m happy to know you’re loving it, apart from the sorrows and pain, but as I said, it will be worth the long and difficult journey.

      Modengo, thank you! I’m glad you got my point. Helena has been there with Bette, when Tina wasn’t. (and yes, they look kinda hot together; but I’m a Tibetter, so…) She’s not a bad figure in my story, even though it looks that way. You all will learn more, in the upcoming chapters. It will take a while, but I hope to post sooner than later.

      Thanks everyone!!

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