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    Walking After You ch.5

        “No!” Bette burst out when she saw Tina take her
    warm gaze away. “Tina,” she uttered urgently, “look at me, please.”

        When Tina looked back at her, the loving regard was
    gone from her eyes. Instead, Bette saw a curtain of blandness hide Tina
    away.

        Suddenly feeling like she wanted to cry, Bette
    swallowed the lump in her throat. Bette finally realized what she had
    lost, what she had driven away. She closed her eyes for a minute,
    trying to compose herself. Tina watched Bette curiously, feeling her
    own despair build.

        “Let’s walk, baby.” Bette opened her eyes and smiled sadly.

        Ten minutes later, Bette was panting slightly while
    Tina strolled comfortably beside her. The narrow path made it
    necessary  for their upper arms to brushed periodically, and Bette
    watched Tina’s hands swinging slightly so near hers.

        “What made you decide to start exercising, Bette?”
    Tina asked companionably. Physical movement always acted as a relaxant
    to Tina. The sick anxiety that had been heavy in the pit of her stomach
    at the beginning of their walk was dispelled by the rhythm of her feet
    slapping on the ground. It felt to Tina like the earth was drawing all
    her pain and tension out through the soles of her feet.

        Bette pondered what to reply. She briefly considered
    saying, Oh, I figured I needed to get healthy, and leave it at that.
    Then she realized that this mess started when she tried to obscure the
    truth.

        “It wasn’t so much the exercise that I wanted…”
    Bette began softly. She looked up at the clear blue sky and imagined a
    giant bird swooping down to grab the hurt and anger that still radiated
    between her and Tina. Stupid Bette, a bird won’t do your job for you.

        “Tina, remember when we first met?” Out of the
    corner of her eye, Bette saw Tina smile. Emboldened, she continued.
    “When we first met, I was such an idiot… or I was blind… I was a
    blind idiot.”

        “No you weren’t, Bette. Don’t say that about yourself.” Tina chided gently.

        “Okay… I was a visually impaired mentally
    challenged… person. But you,” Bette smiled, reminiscing, “You came
    along. You changed me.”

        “Oh Bette. I didn’t do anything. You changed yourself.” Tina tried to argue.

        “If you hadn’t been so patient and kind with me, I would still be locked up in a tower of my own creation…”

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    Comments

    1. I am seriously in awe of your writing 7 pm. I loved Bette’s speech about the erosion of herself. Also, I think Tina should help Bette get physically fit…sans walking/running!

    2. i havent commented in the last few chapters not because i havnt read them or enjoyed them…that would be a big yes to both…i just wasnt sure what to say…this is an excellent story Bettes slightly darker side just hits a few nerve endings,her insecurity,her fears,you capture it so beautifully,and while its sad in many ways its almost addictive to read… i especially loved this chapter for obvious reasons,Thanks

    3. Wow Bette is about as physically fit as I am. At least I can touch my toes though! lol I’m thinking that a supernatural force stepped in here. Tina forgot her water bottle so she had to go back for it, and there sits Bette. Or maybe it was a total coincidence. Really it doesn’t matter. :)

    4. Phew! Glad they were able make nice with each other after that nasty fight, although avoiding that slimy slug would be just one good incentve. Did Bette just let herself go all of a sudden, because I can remember a lingering close up on her ass that makes it hard to believe she is so out shape. Indeed, it looked quite in shape and remarkable free of cellulite for one over 40. How does she do that?

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