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    Uncharted Territory

    Bette’s POV 

    Untying the sleaves of my running jacket around my middle I slow down to walking pace and put it on. Spring should be around the corner, but tonight it doesn’t look like that. My accelerated breath forms small clouds of steam in the night air. I ran longer than my standard running playlist lasts so it went over to the next… In bed, the kiss, not entirely accidental I named it after the famous painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec on drizzling Sunday afternoon in bed with Tina. Some of the most affecting moments of lovers are the ones that capture them in the simple day-to-day routines, those moments that make up a life. As the first notes of Time after Time from Eva Cassidy starts playing I round the corner. The wind blows from the Seine and I zip my jacket up as I follow the quay.

    Hiding in their winter coats a few fearless tourists, who choose Paris as their winter holiday destination stand packed closely to each other. They are stamping their feet to keep themselves warm, waiting at the pier for the next tourist cruise, that will sail them over the Seine, along the many tourists sightseeing’s, just to return them two hours later at the same pier. And then the next group of people will step in for the same round. It goes from morning till evening, seven days a week, 365 days a year. I saw it countless times from our window. Leaning against the quay wall I stretch my legs and look up at the apartment. In between us there’s a two lane road and a strip of grass with a few birch trees in the middle, that never blocked the view.

    Taking my phone I press back and Eva starts to sing all over again about a drum that beats out of time. Tina added this song, next to many others, to our shared playlist after she had given up trying to reach me through all the regular channels. She used songs to communicate. It was after she told me what had happened that night in Texas. I moved out of our house and she tried to reach me in every kind of way. She was relentless. Calling day and night. Begging me to listen on my voicemail. Sending long texts, short texts, when words failed she even resorted to emoticons. I found handwritten letters in the mail, mails in my inbox.  She showed up at the gallery. At the Planet. At Kit’s. Wherever she thought I might be. But I just shut her down. Refusing to hear a word she had to say.

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    1. Welcome back,

      Missed this story!

      I am happy Bette took the first step by calling Tina. I didn’t expecy them to make love but hey they took a new chance to rebuild their marriage and i am glad about that.

      Looking forward to read more.

      Happy Holiday!

    2. OMG so glad you posted again

      I can’t express how relieved I am that they are taking big steps in the right direction. I love that they are not perfect, that everything about their reconciliation surprises them because it’s not the perfect idea they had of it. It feels real, far from most fan fiction works and I love that immensely.

      Thank you very much for this.

      Happy Holidays,

    3. So glad to see another chapter to this story! Excellent writing – from them talking on the phone, to Bette showing up at the apartment and then making love. And then this –

      ‘We will go out or decide to stay in until we one day figure out that half of my stuff is here and half of your stuff is at my place. And while doing all that we will keep the conversation going. Does that sound like a plan you can work with?’

      ‘I know I can work with you.’

      It feels like they’ve figured out how to make it last forever this time.

      Happy Holidays!

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