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Previously
I thought that day…. I still think it today .I wanted…I want…I would redeem my world through her pleasure.
My last words came out louder:
“You’re unforgettable.”
The soundtrack of my dreams: her heartbeat.
Dawn came unnecessarily and I panicked for the second time.
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I woke up and Bette wasn’t by my side. The sun that had being a kind friend all this years became a heartless enemy and brought the daylight. The dawn.
Bette didn’t set the coffee table for two. It would be too harmful…too hurtful.
For that she wasn’t there.
The tears came at the second my mind and body recognized loneliness.
I recognize my loneliness in her absence.
The absence of me with her.
My eyes scanned the room. Naked and orphan of her warm. My tired and pained body followed me to the table and found a note placed by the side of a small package. I recognized her graphic lines. Once it was spread all over my papers, my tests, the book she gave me. Now I also carried her mark.
“T. Tina. Babe. Angel…I could nominate you incessantly…
At this painful dawn, with its pillage meanings hurrying the hours, thoughts and words make me a hostage of feelings:
“In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am.”
Still, dear,
“a circuit, bled memory
a séance of the veins, a liquid hinge
Deceit, the tones of dreamed sceneries
defaced by a single face
and yet the day itself is more marred
by these traces of fragrance
chances to fathom her absence
or collapse with the sap of plants
and sleep, and demand of a jasmine-scented face
How are you still so fragrant?”
Through the images I, from now on carry with me, inside the tastes my body now recognized, the sounds that my ears will retain resoluteness forever, I can´t nominate to you what this night represented to me. Take this kindly offer as a comparison, the sweet taste of a Brazilian kind of donut. It is called “dream”.
Thank you, Christina. I’ll recall it forever.
B.”
I was devastatingly in love.
I was desolately alone.
Wouldn’t you?
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Dammit.
Love-ly.
very powerful and oh so sad.
Braz… would be too personal if I ask you where do you live? After this chapter I feel like eat a “dream” with you… ;)Anyway… I don’t usually comment but love your story!
Brilliant my darline Braz. * wink * You make a woman’s heart flutter with that stuff. So deep. So moving. So blazing. MWAHHHH. Talk to you later. I owe you something I believe.
Oh wow Braz, don’t know what to say that it was written perfectly, but I am sad for how it ended.
Ouch ! Braz, how could you so break my poor heart ?… how could Bette leave this way ? how could she not see that going through the night with Bette would leave Tina desperately in love, even if she would take the risk for herself… BUT, it CANNOT be the End… it is just “how everything really began”, so NOW, you will have to work to mend that all…… because it CANT just be the END… Pleeaaase
……… and I hurt so much I just forgot to tell you how beautifully it was written : your writing is so sensual, so deep, I cannot not re-read it all, even if it hurts :-§ Well, I don’t have your way with word so my comment is hardly expressing a tenth of what I feel… please continue to write as beautifully :-)
Damn that was deep, powerful and sad. Just wish if there is any chance that our B&T can live together. Please post soon, thanks!
Oh, I couldn’t share those sorts of dreams ;) This was such a bittersweet chapter. Ouchie, Braz. My TiBette heart aches. Thanks for updating.. But do you think you could bring them back together? Please? Please? I am at your mercy :* xx