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Reunions Reunite: The way we were, chapter 2
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Were it the events, the shock –could you really call it a shock? She had always knows it would happen eventually- of finding him in bed with another woman, especially that one?
Reminding her of the brunette she had once been able to call her best friend?
Or was it just that… The memory of those eyes that had changed her life, of the person that had saved her life, the guilt, the sharp excruciating pain that she had not believed the one who had, proved now more then ever, always been right…
The neverending questions, twining together in the hot burning sensation in her chest she tried to swallow away…
She had started walking, not even glancing at the two worried faces at the kitchentable, her eyes focussed on a place beyond the horizon, a place she knew her feet would carry her to… There had, in her life, only been one place where she could free al the emotions she struggled with…
It was that place where she hoped, allthough she knew better, to find an answer to the questions, or maybe just the courage… The courage to look for the answers, and to look for the place –or should she be honest and say ‘the person’- she had, so many years ago, called her home.
A place to find your soul Tina’s POV
I remember that day vividly, the waves, breaking forcefully on the sand as I walked passed the sea, ignoring the wind that annoyingly kept blowing my escaped locks in my eyes.
I didn’t pay attention to where I was going, knowing my feet would eventually lead me to the place they always lead me to in a time like this, a place to think and be angry and sad, without anyone to judge or blame me.
A place to clear my head and heart.
A place to find my soul.
Tears, I blamed on the strong wind, rolled over my cheeks, the hurted one still burning, but not as fiercly as it had when his hand had stroke it. I felt drained of all energy, but just kept on walking, as if placing one foot in front of the other would change everything. As if, if I didn’t keep walking, I’d be caught by all the things that were haunting me. Running away from my life, my miserable excuse for a life, I felt how every breath I drew burned in my chest as anger and pain made my heart wrench I gasped as I stood still, bending over, panting, almost throwing up due to breathlessness… I looked around as my knees gave up on me, hitting the little piece of deserted sand… The place I had known those damn feet, that always betrayed me by walking back home, would lead me to… I froze there, my muscles tense, my stomach still protesting as the deep and desparate sob that had been stuck in my lower abdomen seemed to cut itself loose, emerging, making my body shake intensly… Dizzyness overwhelmed me, and I could feel the friable substance meet my palms. My fingers grabbled in the sand, trying to regain… Control? Balance? But it didn’t succeed as I felt my stomach wrench again and the scarce breakfast I had had, emerged it, leaving my mouth dry and sour, and me, squirming in the sand, finally giving into the tears, now that I knew I was alone… It took me a good few minutes to calm down, and I did only do so because I had felt the nausea rise again… I sat up straight, inhaling slowly, covering the remains of what once had been a cheese sandwich with the sand. I swallowed hard, crawling several feet back, somewhat further away from the shattering water, again trying to catch my breath, and after a few seconds I felt my panick subside… I still sat on my knees, the sound of seagulls merged with the sound of the shattering waves somehow calming me. I reached for my face, feeling a crust was allready preventing the blood to flow down my cheek… The cut his weddingring had caused… I started to cry again, silently this time, dissapointed in myself for cowardly running away from what my mother had been facing for so many years… What kind of a daughter was I?
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OK, a sorta silent reader creeping out to say well done mate!! Loved it and can’t wait for more. I thought you had forgotten about this story. PPS
WOW, I am speechless! Please continue!
Your back ground on Tina was so sad. Abuse young life. a two-timing husband.yet a bright light Her Bette. Well done my young friend. Loved it thanks
Your back ground on Tina was so sad. Abuse young life. a two-timing husband.yet a bright light Her Bette. Well done my young friend. Loved it thanks
It took me forever to get through the chapter. 1.) It was tough. Nothing light and fluffy about it. A great chapter as always, but still tough and 2.) I got held up chatting with someone. LMAO Two shitty men in Tina’s life. =( PPS!
Very intense. Quite the connection between B&T as always. Waiting for the next post.
Wow…the chapter certainly was a hard one to read due to it’s nature. However, it was perfectly written and well done!! Again…got me hooked! Have a good one!
this was heavy…but a wonderful connection between B&T…i hope they can heal each other from whatever happened in those 13 years
Excellent writing as usual. Very descriptive and VERY moving. It can take alot out of a writer when delving into areas of life that are so dark and deep. Thank you for sharing your talent and for putting as much time in as you do to prepare a fabulous piece of work. BRAVO! Oh yeah, and MORE!!!! :-)))
whoa!!!!!!!!!!! great work
The hurt that Tina felt due to her father must have been unbearable. To watch her mother go through what she did and know that there was really nothing that she could do to help her mother must have been very painful. Then to have the one person that could take that pain away even if it was for a few seconds to be there to catch you helps to make one continue to move forward in the walk of life. Both are sorry about something and I wonder if they can put that aside and rebuild their friendship. Of course their relationship is more than just friendship.
Damn this is so good. Sad for Tina, is hurt to see that happen to Tina, is good that Bette was there to comforting her.Don’t know what happen that they are not see or be with each other but hope now its time for B&T have a start and a happy life together. Ok post soon please, thanks!
wow… just wow… ;)
Oh, I love this…pls don’t stop there!!!
You did such an amazing job of balancing the really hard to read with the absolutely breathtakingly wonderful bits. The connection between the two of them is amazing, and I LOVE how you’re setting this up. Fantastic, as always!
WOW!!!! Thanks PPS
hello my friend! (blushing!) like i told you before it was a wondeful week! thanks so much for everything! the worst part was said goodbye i never think that it was so hard! this chapter was great, with a lot of emotions, Tina have been living through a lot of hards things but it so good that Bette was with her comforting her, the connection between them it’s so magical don’t you think? now i am courious why Bette is sorry? wonderful chapter i hope that you feel better for the next one. i enjoy so much this and i am missing you so much
Excellent chapter per usual hun!! I guess thats what i love about your writing, no matter what the content, sad or happy the emotion is so very strong.. Can’t wait for more (per usual) :)
what? what? Huh? What are they sorry for? Have I missed out some chapters? haha… Oh JLBT… this is so intense. STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!! I wish to be there for Tina too when that horrible thing happened. So that Tina wouldn’t be living in guilt and blame herself over her father’s faults. Anyway, I love this chapter and will forever amazed by your writing :D
Everytime I think you could not blow me away even more, you do to a degree that I could have never imagined… OMG J, that was… well, there you go, I can’t even find the words… I don’t know how you manage, but this is just … so… intense! The drama that draw them together, making the connection that more precious and peculiar… Wow! I wish I could say more, but seriously I don’t think I would do justice to my real feelings after reading this… Thanks PIC!