“You’re welcome.” Helena smiled. “I’m going to let you get some rest. Good night, Bette.” She headed for the door.

Just before she reached the door, Bette called out, “Helena…”

“Yeah?” She spun around to look at Bette was sitting on her bed with her legs tucked under the blanket.

“Uh…” Bette hesitated, looking down at her hands. “I know I still smell awful but would you stay here with me? Just for a little while more… Please?”

“Of course…” Helena smiled sincerely, making her way back to Bette’s bed.

Bette scooted in to give Helena some space. She then slid under the covers, lying next to where Helena was seated.

“I’m sorry about today.” Bette said, curling to her side to face Helena. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I just freaked out when you started spending less time with me. I thought that I was going to lose you and that’s why I pushed you away. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

“I’m sorry too.” Helena said sincerely. “I’m so, so, so sorry for neglecting you and not being there for you when you needed me. I guess I just got a little too carried away. You’re my best friend and I had never meant to hurt you that way or in any way. I promise that it will never ever happen again. And this time, I really mean it. It’s not another empty promise.” She used her index finger and drew an imaginary cross over her chest, “I promise and I cross my heart.”

“You’re my best friend too.” Bette gave her a tired chuckle. She then drew an imaginary cross over her chest, “And I promise and cross my heart to never act like a bitch towards you, ever.”

“Unless you act like a bitch towards me first.” Bette added jokingly.

They laughed as Helena nudged Bette on her shoulder.

“So, how did that gallery opening go?” Bette yawned after asking.

Helena cringed at that question. She decided not to tell Bette about the break up just yet. She didn’t want to make the conversation about her again.

“It was alright. There were a couple of works that I thought that you might like.”

“Yeah?” Bette mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah. The composure of the pictures. And not to forget the contrasting colors. I am very sure that you’ll fall in love with the monochrome pictures. Monochrome pictures are your favorite, aren’t they?”

Helena looked down at Bette to find her fast asleep. She smiled at how beautiful and peaceful Bette looked when she was asleep.

If only she could tell her that.

She could but what if Bette was already into that Sierra girl? She wasn’t going to start being selfish all over again and spoil the relationship that Bette could possibly be having with Sierra.

Helena sat on the bed, next to Bette and watched her for a couple more moments before leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Good night, Bette.”