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Carmine Lips: Caramel Skin # 18
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I also let a note that this music will made me remind of those moments forever. I could see with the eyes of my soul the minute Bette pressed play and let the melody invade the emptiness of the house. I could feel her absence of meaning, the hollow inside.
I was her reflex.
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I traveled like crazy through those roads. I cried like a child on the airplane.
I couldn’t stay and couldn’t let her go.
I ran. I decided. I leaved.
No… Don’t you dare to judge me! You don’t know how it was… So please spare me from your opinion!
No! It wasn’t my choice to be in peaces. I was free. I know, but you forget that she…. She wasn’t.
It was a pact. She knew. I knew.
Days of love and need. Nights of burning fever.
Our absence of discussion about this fact told me it was not time.
We’re not ready.
And poor Al and Shane. There was I …Again! Falling into peaces.
Love made me a hostage of myself.
And Alice told me, after all my lost of weight, when my strength wasn’t enough to compress the pain, after the vision of my unhappiness so distinctly exposed, naked, …Al told me that she would never again allow me to receive Bette’s gifts or answer her calls.
I couldn’t tell Alice that I was not there to listen to her. It wasn’t really me who was sharing the pain with them.
Because I was wherever she was: I was with Bette.
Alice, my lifetime friend didn’t stop to think that: what I was missing more, was myself. And I what I was urging more was our next collision. Our: Bette and I.
Alice told me that she would never let me see Bette again, because I loose my senses towards this subject, she told me. There were times that she chooses to ease the issue.
Like if she had the power to.
I love Alice and Shane, but this was something between me and Bette. It was about time and love.
And time proclaimed itself: king of loneliness ;queen of solitude.
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I graduated with honors. Of all kinds.
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Braz you sure do know how to make a person read your stories and feel their pain, anguish,love, and sufferment. I liked how you played this out and we shall see how or if B&T shall see one another sooner or later. Thanks Braz
We got your email! Yaaay! Thanks, it was great! We will write something back to you, later. We truly missed you, sweetie.- I (Lucero) feel better after I hit the floor last time. Yes, Marsha helped me. She’s still laughing now and shaking her head. You know this is our fav story. However, this chapter was too painful. We could really feel T’s broken heart and all the struggle she had within herself. She needs some Betteamines, to recover. Hahaha. How about some romantic setting for their encounter after 3 yrs. Wow! Tina has been stoic, after such a long time. We challenge you to find the right path to fix this, Braz. Come on! You’re the expert! Big Hs & Ks for you, dear friend.- Lucero & Marsha
This is a sad tail of woe. Poor Tina, getting caught up with a married woman.
Hi Dear… yes, I received your mail :-) and I will answer, eventually ;-)) — I’m so very tired these last days that I couldn’t even read your other stories, but tonight, after my oenology lesson (wine degustation ;-)) I feel awake and joyfull and I decided to catch up with my preferred authors… don’t be surprised I did not comment on your last Daily and Guram posts… I have not read them, yet… but I’m going to, right now… as for this post… WOOOOWWWWW… it was at the same time sad, very sad, and full of hope… since, it’s obvious (like Lamentamini pointed) that Tina is telling a “past” story (her memories perhaps, or is it a therapy ? – don’t tell me it’s a “suicide letter” – I know that you like threats, but this time, I would be pityless……)… and it’s obvious that her relation with Bette is not “over”… there are still things to come : I really hope those are GOOD things, and that you won’t torture her (and us) too long before the (happy) end… so……… on you go, go back to your pen (or your keypad, or both)… I’m waiting for the next one, now :-) XOXOXOXOX
Damn this is sad and hope Bette will find Tina agian!
I just realized this story is a confessional of sorts, like maybe over the phone. PPS!
Tell me you’re going to mend my heart that you broke! I want to believe in love and you’re not helping me right now^^ Great chapter as always (this is my favorite of your stories I have to admit)
I hope this isn’t the end and hope that Bette finds Tina again!
My dear Braz!! It’s so been a long time i’m sorry but my laptop was really sick! lol!!God this sory is just AWESOME!! You’re so gifted!!And when Tina & Bette spoke french I thought I would fainted lol!!I didn’t know that my own language was so SEXY lol!!!You speak french?Anyway…I’m so addicted to this fic please don’t stop that so AMAZING!!