Storm Watch 02.07 – Broken Me

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            The phone that was in Tina‘s back pocket was ringing and Rosita rolled off the couch onto her feet.  Rosita rubbed her dark eyes and stretched her long limbs, hearing her back crack as she did so.  Would that wound ever heal? She thought to herself as she heard the pop, pop of her spine.  She figured not.  She was falling apart and she wasn’t even 30, she thought remorsefully.  She walked into the room that Tina occupied, her room, and tried to rouse her. 

            To no avail, the woman was gone to the world and Ro decided to let the voice mail pick up the call.  Rosita’s silky hair fell into her eyes and she pushed it back, the baggy shirt she’d worn to bed left a lot to the imagination, just as she liked it.  Her hair was still up in a haggard ponytail, and most of her hair had come out of it, leaving it handing in her eyes.  Giving her a mysterious look with her dark eyes darting around the strands of hair.

            She stretched again and watched as Tina slept an innocent sleep, her lower lip pursed outwardly.  Her left hand curled under her chin, the covers up around her ears.  She was very pretty and Rosita regarded her for a long moment, flashing back to all the things she’d been told in the wee hours of the morning.  Tina‘s life before Bette her life with her.  The good things the bad things.  Rosita had listened not offering anything but an ear.  Tina had cried she’d laughed and then she’d relaxed.  Finally finding a level ground where she could simply be Tina.

            Rosita had found that her being Tina before the break up had meant being Bette & Tina, not just Tina.  Now she was finding her footing and finding her way to be Tina, without the prefix of Bette. 

            The phone rang again, it must have been important, they were calling again.  She thought about it, and then tried to wake Tina again.  Soft shaking on the blonde woman’s shoulder.

            “Tina, bella?”  Tina waved her way, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head in a ‘leave me alone’ motion.  Rosita pulled the phone from the pocket and answered it, thinking who ever it was, was persistent if nothing else.  She would at least give them that.