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    The Telling

    "You’re pathetic!" she growled.  I knew that I was.  I knew that this wasn’t the way to prove my love for her, or to instill that love in her.

    "I love you, Tee," I sobbed openly now.  It was all I had. The one thing she hadn’t taken with her when she left.

    For a moment it looked as though she was going to say something else, her eyes were bright and hard with so much retribution, and her muscles were tensed under my grip, trembling under my fingertips and resonating throughout her whole body as she shook with rage. 

    And then something changed.

    Something softened her gaze, dousing the fire in her eyes and weeping gentle tears that tracked a solitary path down her cheeks.

    She shook her head, just once, before dropping it slightly, her breathing slowing and becoming less labored.  I felt her retreat under my grasp, the tension bleeding away to somewhere that was utterly alone, just as she and I were.  So close, within touching distance, and yet as far apart as we had ever been.

    I hadn’t even begun, until that moment, to contemplate that I had lost her forever.  There had always been a part of me that had clung to us; to what we had always been, our partnership, and it was this I saw in tatters now.  The shreds of what was left disseminated my entire being and I gave myself to it totally.  Slowly I relinquished my hold on her, bringing my hands up to my face in an attempt to hide the tears that were coursing down my face as I gulped for air.  I was entirely lost.  I was broken.  I gave up.

    Stepping back away from her, I cried with the inevitability of heartbreak.  I hadn’t allowed myself to grieve for any of this, not for our lost baby, not for our lost selves, not for what we had both lost.  For so long I had lain guilty and regretful, but sorrow had not yet taken its hold over me until that moment.  The pain in my chest was unbearable and I laid one hand over my heart, as though that could provide some source of consolation, but nothing helped.

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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