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”Don’t scare me again…”
Bette can feel the person smile.
”I won’t, I promise.”
Bette slowly and almost timidly opens her eyes.
A most beautiful face appears in front of her…And an amazing pair of hazel eyes.
Yes, those are the hazel eyes she’s been thinking for days, unlike the dark brown hair she’s seen in the banquet room, the beautiful wavy blonde hair shines under the light, making the white skin even paler…and her face…The unhealthy and sanguine face that Justine Cooper that she showed before, her murderous look, has almost totally reduced and replaced by tiredness and gentleness. While, through the color of her face, Bette can promptly sense that the habit of drug abuse of this woman must have gone.
Is she the person from whom Bette has been thinking for days? Is she the real Tina Kennard? How could she look astonished as before if she just gave up the drug abuse? Who knew how much pain she’s suffered to be like this?
But no matter what, at least she’s still alive and healthy. Despite what Shane had predicted that Tina could only live for two more years when Bette was still in the mansion. Now, three years have passed, and the blonde is still alive, standing in front of her.
Doesn’t know how, but Tina Kennard is still alive.
Bette feels like she’s going to cry, she squeezes her eyebrows together tightly, forcing herself not to shed more tears, she is so confused right now, she doesn’t know whether it was the hate to the blonde or the yearness for her.
Tina Kennard smiles, her hazel eyes are also filling with tears.
“Yes, it’s me, honey, it’s me.”
Bette cannot hold back her emotions anymore, her legs quiver, knees collapse on the floor, covering her face with both of her hands.
“This cannot be real, this cannot be real…”
Multiple emotions mix in her mind; the detective can sense that her body is shaking violently.
The woman…Tina Kennard slowly kneels on the floor, her hand softly caresses Bette’s curly black hair, trying to ease the brunette from the sudden shock, her eyes are also blurring by the welling tears.
“I’m sorry, Bette…” Tina says with a shaky voice, her hand doesn’t stop caressing, very gentle and soft. “I’m so sorry…”