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    The Power of Good-bye

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    The Power Of Good-bye

    “The spell has been broken, I loved you so”

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    Chapter

    Your heart is not open, so I must go

    I can’t believe my eyes… I just stepped into our driveway and she’s wrapped in his arms, kissing him; laughing with him, not bothering about the fact that I may come into our – my house in any minute. Dana is dead and she didn’t even bother to hold me and grieve with me. It’s like I don’t exist. I’m standing outside my own home and I feel like an intruder. Even though the one who is intruding is him: Tina’s man. God, it hurts.

    I can’t stand the sight of them together so I take my car and head nowhere in particular. As I drive I can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier this afternoon. After Dana’s funeral I went home to stay with my little girl, then they came to the house and took her with them; they were going to the aquarium. All of them. Just like a happy family. And they did look like a family. I also took a fucking family picture. I may sound harsh but I would’ve liked to just throw that fucking camera out of the window and tell the kid to fuck off. That’s absurd. I laugh at myself. I am hurting so fucking much that I even thought about upsetting that little boy. I must be really a wreck. She also asked me if I wanted to join them. Just like that… as if we’ve never been together; as if we didn’t just split up; as if she was asking an old friend to spend some time together.

    “What the fuck am I doing?” I said to myself as I realize I am running away from my own house. I am the one who is supposed to be there; not them. They shouldn’t even be there in the first place – making out and all that crap. But then, then something comes up in my mind and I don’t think I can be able to enter that house, again. I can’t bear the thought that they’ve been there… together. How am I supposed to live with that constant remembrance? I can’t stay there. I can’t go back there. At least not to stay.

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      • I’m glad you liked it. As I already said, I was thinking(and I’m pretty sure I will) about writing a sequel, but I’m working on something else at the moment.
        I won’t forget about this one, though. Thank you!

    1. hey, dear! So, you do not you write it to the end of this story for that: “to be continued.” This was one of my favorites, what you wrote, and I was hoping it turns out that was Bette hallucinating or was the reality she saw?
      but I understand you.
      as I was once told, this is amazing story, with its painful way.
      please continue soon :-)

    2. It was so painful to read, how ever you did write it so good. I could really feel the pain Bette is feeling.

      I hope you will write the sequel.

      Call it weird, but i read this one more than once, before i decided to leave a comment.

      I know somebody who wanted to commit suïcide, so for me it’s hard to read.

      But like i already said, it’s beautiful written.

    3. I always felt that was Bette problem, she love Tina more than she love herself and that’s not good. Tina treated bette horribly even though she cheated on her but with everything Tina did nobody deserves that kind of pain especially if that person is already broken…smh so sad

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