"You can’t just make decisions like that! You’re not her mother!"

A thick, heavy silence filled the bathroom and it weighed down on both women’s hearts.

"Bette-"

The brunette shook her head, holding out her hand to silence her remorseful girlfriend. She was beyond hurt and couldn’t care to hear an apology, a hard lump settling in her throat.

"You know what, you’re right. I mean, I’ve only been around since the very beginning which is more than I could say for that deadbeat poor excuse of a man"

Tina looked to the ground in shame, her mind screaming to apologize but for some reason the words just would not reach her lips. She was embarrassed and ashamed for what she had said and as a result, she was frozen in place.

After a few moments of silence, Bette decided to gain some distance between herself and Tina. She spun around and quickly exited the bathroom with Tina looking up the moment she made a move to leave.

Tina watched as the brunette hurried down the hall and rounded the corner leading to the living room, listening intently as Bette grabbed her car keys. The front door slammed not a moment later and Tina flinched at the loud sound, inwardly scolding herself at her slip of words.

"Fuck" She breathed out with frustration and shook her head as she removed her panties. She stepped into the shower stall and let the hot water cascade over her tired body, hoping that the water would wash away her worries and mistakes along with the dried paint splattered all over her skin.

A girl could dream anyway.

*****

The sun shone brightly through the large windows of the Porter-Fisher Gallery, reflecting off the freshly polished floors. The gallery was relatively quiet except for the muffled sound of a voice coming from behind a closed door towards the back of the gallery, the irritated person of said voice engaged in a deep phone conversation. There were also two people hard at work at the front desk of the gallery, both very much awake and concentrated despite the early hour.