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    When She Loved Me (1)

    Story written on October 28, 2010 by GrindRight.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=76468
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    A love story.

    Suddenly, that same sound pierced through her fatigue, and her senses were awakened. She turned toward the door, that same worried run displacing the gravel on the barely-travelled road. Bette was at her screen door within a few steps, watching again from the darkness of her kitchen.

    "Fuck," the girl cursed under her breath, just barely audible. Bette smiled with some confusion as to why, and suddenly thankful for her impeccable hearing. What a strange little girl. Well, little being a strange description of what looked to be a girl of sixteen or seventeen. Little girl was the description Bette would use, as she was most likely just shy of a decade older than the blond. The word ‘little’ reminded her that the girl was, in fact, still a child.

    As she sighed to herself, Bette shook her head and sat at her solid oak table, hand-built from a tree that fell from the storm years ago. She smiled as her hand touched the sanded wood, a great pride in such a skill that gave her a contented pleasure from time to time. One of the only pleasures she had as a lesbian in her town of an all-straight, unrelentingly religious community. Yes, she definitely preferred to live on the outskirts of town. All by herself.

    Bette watched for a number of days while the same hurried girl went running by with her bag slung over her shoulder and books in her arms. Close to her chest for protection.

    Something about the sweet difference in this girl made Bette want to spend an afternoon with her, and not as lovers. She found herself wanting something entirely different from this girl, and something she hadn’t desired in nearly all of her adult life. A friend.

    The next week, Bette conveniently found herself working in the yard when the girl came running by. Throwing the towel onto her shoulder, she left the axe in the tree trunk and abandoned her task.

    "Hey," she said, slowly approaching the road. Her voice was gentle, but firm enough to be heard from a distance.

    The half scream, half gasp she heard from the girl nearly brought a smile to her lips, but she tried to keep it to herself. No use in tormenting the poor bookish thing.

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    3. I can’t even think of a proper enough, no beatiful enough compliment to give you for this romantic story. Wait, duckster I know you’re reading. Floor this woman with your poetry. Because I’m too blown away for words. You have a gift and a responsibility lol. Thank you for sharing it with us GR.

    6. *grumbles* 3 pages huh? *stops grumbling* LOVED ITTTT (even though it was short -.-) I can’t wait til you post the rest! (seriously i can’t). I can’t remember ever having read a beginning like this before so I’m excited as hell! I love Tibette beginnings:) Anyway thanks for saying you’ll post tomorrow! *walks off whistling while looking over shoulder*

    10. i can smell drama coming already…i have enjoyed what i have read so far…i hate small towns too many people with to much time on their hands dipping in everyones business and not minding their own

    15. Thank you so much – a beautiful beginning. And it is very filmic – you can see Bette’s place and the autumnal time of year, slightly melancholic, like her mood. I’m looking forward to reading more. Although I am a little scared that as just the song makes me cry you might be going to break my heart!

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