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    Uncharted Territory 2

    ‘Good. You?’

    ‘Good too… I guess.’

    The situation is beyond absurd. Here we are, facing one another, after an ocean of rippling silence between us. Having a conversation over the deathbed of a person that we both love. A conversation that is not saying much but at the same time speaks volumes. In the city where we spend the happiest times of our life. After we moved back to LA, one and a half year ago, everything changed. Or was it just that our time was up? Is forever an illusion? As my eyes wander to the sick woman in the bed next to me, I have to conclude that forever is probably an illusion. My eyes leave Renee and find Bette, her hands folded in front of her on the bed. Catching the shimmering glister of her wedding ring, shock, surprise, even a short moment of happiness overwhelm me. My heart slowly starts picking up its pace again, seeing the symbol of eternity, that I put on her finger two and a half years ago, and never thought to see again after I left LA. But then again if forever doesn’t exist, what does that mean? She is staring at my hands as well. Apparently I put the magazine down and by now I’m turning my wedding ring between my thumb and index finger, something I always do unconsciously when I think about her or when I’m nervous. And nervous I am, in fact so nervous that I can’t sit here, opposite of her exposed to her reading eyes, any longer. I get up and start putting the clothes I brought for Renee into the closet, grateful for the perfect opportunity to have something to do. While I’m busy I swear I can feel her eyes burning in my back, I wonder how it is possible after all this time to still have a sixth sense for the things she does. The next moment the legs of the chair slide over the linoleum floor, and her footsteps lead to the window. Not able to resist any longer I turn my head aside, just as she does the same and our eyes meet and lock in a long silent conversation that neither of us understands, the only thing I recognize is confusion. When the moment becomes too intense I turn back to the closet and arrange the last items with trembling hands.

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    Comments

    1. Enjoying this story. Excellent writing. Thanks for this story.

      My heart broke reading Bette talking about she and Tina sleeping together from their first night, and then Bette sleeping without Tina.

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