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I’ll Find My Way Back To You
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Lyin’ next to you
Wishing I could disappear…
Bette looked at Tina’s back, trying to assess whether she was asleep yet, she desperately needed fresh air and time to think.
Let you fall asleep
And vanish out into thin air.
She would wait until Tina fell asleep. She had to. Not in front of Tina.
It’s the elephant in the room
And we pretend that we don’t see it.
Bette got up slowly and carefully from the bed, she walked to the French doors and out onto the back of the house, settling on a lounge chair before letting her shoulders drop.
“Fuck!” Bette almost shouted. It had been almost a week since they had learnt of Tina’s miscarriage and things were bad. Tina had been silent and reclusive all week, either crying all day or going about the house like a zombie.
No one mentioned their baby, no one at all, but it was always there, unspoken.
It’s the avalanche that looms above our heads.
And we don’t believe it.
A week. Their baby boy was gone. Bette could hardly believe it and during the first few days after, she thought she had heard Tina talking to him as she rubbed her stomach, like she used to do. She was worried for not just Tina’s sanity but her own as well. It was just so unreal, she would never have guessed that this would have happened.
Tryin’ to be perfect
Tryin’ not to let you down…
She had somehow controlled her emotions in front of Tina, trying not to add to Tina’s pain. She knew she had to be strong for them right now. So she had taken to crying at work or out here whenever Tina was asleep.
Honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me right now…yeah
while the floors underneath our feet are crumbling
The walls we built together tumblin’
She knew she should talk to one of their friends, heck, she should be talking to Tina. But Tina was so lost right now, she was just barely functioning. Bette was functioning, but nowhere near her usual standards. Thankfully, James was holding the fort at work, helping her out as much as he could.
I still stand here holdin’ up the roof
Cause it’s easier than telling the truth.
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I really love your writing.PPS
Seems real to me, good emotional portrail, great start should be written
Please continue. Now get B&T to talk to each other. Thank you PPVS
Wow…I can still feel this in my chest. Powerful…painful. You did a wonderful job with the matching the song with the story. Thank you.
Oh my heart aches for them. They need to hold on tight to what they do have.
Please continue but not Candace… PLEASE! Thanks
Hey there little one. Hope you and family are doing much better now. If you have more of this, please continue it. It’s good. Did I read you talking dirty in the AN’s. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Thanks for posting.
YES: I think you should continue!In my story Bette is going to sing… ……. Er… I’m not telling! ;)but I’d like to know what song you would put in my story; Feel free to give me some advice! :)
…I forgot to tell you that this chapter was wonderfully written :) Love your story. Thanks for posting PPS
I know im late but please continue.
Continue please was just so beautiful! Thank you!
wow great story tigger your a great writer. and i promise to behave here
i think you should continue
Please continue this!
MORE, please………..
Good start!