Bette, where are you? I need to tell you…. I should’ve told you, I was afraid you wouldn’t want to hear me out.

Tina was crying hysterically over the steering wheel. She had just looked around the last beach where she thought she’d find Bette, she wasn’t here either. She felt helpless. Please don’t say you really meant it… Please, please…. Say it’s not over. I love you, Bette Porter.

She’d go home now. She had found the answers here.

Bette had arrived home wanting to speak to Tina. She had thought of maybe waiting but in all honesty she didn’t need to wait or have Tina wait. She knew that really what they needed to do to rebuild, to salvage their relationship was to communicate with one another again.  This was the only way they’d connect again.

She had seen that Tina’s car wasn’t in their lot. Where could she have gone? Bette thought. She plugged in her phone to the charger and turned it on, twenty missed calls, all from Tina.

“Bette, please I’m sorry okay? Please we need to talk. Really it’s important. I’m sorry that I couldn’t’ say anything earlier—“

“Bette I love you, please just call me back I need to tell you something, it’s really important—“

 The last message that Bette had heard had broken her heart.

“Bette” she sniffles, “I need you, I really, really, need you and even if you think it’s selfish, I’m sorry but really I can’t live without you, Please don’t say you meant it.. Please you didn’t mean it, I know you didn’t mean it—“

Bette had her head in her hands. She lifted her head and looked towards the front door when she heard the door open. It was her.

Tina came home. She was back home.

The two distraught stricken women just stood, staring at one another.

Tina sighed relief, it hit her now.

It was her time. It was now or never. She was going to have to start communicating with Bette, regardless if she had doubts. She would have to fight for her, not Bette. It was all her doing, it was up to her to open and allow Bette in once again, but the question was, would Bette want to?

After a brief moment of silence, Tina boldly ran up to Bette. “Can I feel?” said she. “May I?”

She reached out towards Bette, who willingly allowed her to take hers. Tina held onto her hands. She looked up into those loving eyes, those very eyes that had always been the ones to bring her to her knees, and that’s exactly what she did.

Tina sank to her knees; she gripped onto Bette’s hands, with moist eyes and pleaded, imploring with only two words, “What if?”

Bette closed her eyes, letting the tears fall down. Tina was on her knees begging. “How did we ever get like this T?”

“Bette, please what if?” Tina said.

TBC

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(((I know this one is short…but I’m writing the next chapter already, and I need some input, I’ve got a few ideas, but I’d really like to hear what you guys thought of this chapter before I go a certain way.)))