Jenna gave her a rueful smile back, and snaked her arms around Bette’s neck, as the brunette drew her arms lightly around Jenna’s waist.

They fell silent, dancing slowly around the dance floor, melting into the crowd that had grown as the song started.

The singer sang out in plaintive, aching tones,

“∫…It’s been so long

Meet me at the station

We can take a taxi home, maybe It’s time for conversation

Catch up on some things, I don’t know,

but You said we’ve done it all

Flame went out, the spark is gone

But what if you’re wrong?

It’s been so long since you’ve seen me

How can you know how you really feel?…∫”

Bette and Jenna simultaneously drew their heads back and exchanged a long look, as they danced in rhythm to the slow beat of the song.

“Umm… Bette, I,” Jenna said slowly, no longer pretending now, and allowed real emotion to shine out from her unusual, green eyes. “I have to say something.”

“What?” Bette asked, smiling at her gently.

“I never stopped loving you, at some level, all these years, even though I hadn’t seen or heard from you,” Jenna swallowed drily. “I hardly dared to hope something like this would ever happen with you.”

Bette licked her lips, biting her upper lip. She gave Jenna small smile, and asked quietly, “Jenna, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you helping Tina and I with all this. But …”

“Well, this is really, really hard. Holding you, being held by you,” Jenna paused, and drew a deep breath and then gave her a small smile, “But I know. I know. It’s always Tina who’s been on your mind. That it’ll always be Tina.”

She rested her forehead on Bette’s shoulder to hide her face, and to keep people from seeing tears she couldn’t help shedding now, as they talked about how she felt. She felt her tears wet her cheeks.

“…If we run out of things to say I promise I won’t make you feel bad…” the singer sang.

Bette stroked the back of Jenna’s hair, as if trying to console her – which triggered even more sobs.

“∫….Wake me when you wake up