Tinas night

I layed in bed thinking about Bette, how much I missed her, having her around, having her in bed next to me. I was relieved that she felt she could be so honest, frankly I was surprised, there was no hesitation in her voice, no lies in her eyes. I see why Bette came here. To be alone, really alone and lonely. But the beauty of this place and I know Bette sees it is that as alone as you are, the wide open spaces, the smell of the dry grass, the ocean, the stars, they are all there to keep to you company. To be embraced if you want to embrace them. Bette also came here because it was so far away, mistakenly thinking the distance would help but in truth all it did was free her to express her pain. Away from the people who expected her to be a certain way, be strong and silently wear the burden of her mistakes. I wonder whether to invite Bette to sleep in here, and I mean sleep not anything else. I know she was unsure what I expected when I said we should go to bed and to be fair I gave her no direction, it just slipped out. Just when I assure myself the answers will not come to me tonight I hear Bette pacing the floor. Bette paces when she is unsure or stressed or angry for the matter. Just when I think perhaps I might as well get up and talk to her, since never of us can sleep I hear the front door close. Bette has not revealed to me what is about this place, beyond the beauty that makes her come here or even how it is she knows of this place. It is clear that it is not rented beyond that I know nothing, does it beyond to her, her family, why this place so far from LA, will Bette ever talk about it ? I know where Bette is headed and I watch her through the windows with her glass of wine and blanket make her way to the beach. I understand the big windows now. Is this Bette what you did when you were here, sat on the beach ? Why did you not go to the people who loved you ? I watched Bette for I dont know how long, I see her wipe away the occasional tear. I know she is sorry, God I believe her, just how do we make this work ? I make my first impulsive move once I see Bette is asleep. I head down to the beach to be with her. I sit next to her and look at her, she is the love of my life. I play with her hair and eventually give in to the temptation and snuggle up to her, she doesnt wake. She does mumble my name, well at least it is my name and not someone elses. Just before day break I wake, being pregnant I guess doesnt lend itself to sleeping on the beach. I head inside and decide to make us breakfast. Bette as usual doesnt have much perhaps I will head to the bakery she has been raving about and grab a couple of things. As I head out I see Bette watching the sun rise. It is truly magnificent. I just watch her, it is confusing, she seems fixated, and happy and sad and confused. I wander to the bakery, pick up a couple of things and meet a nice lady who seems to know who I am, or at least that I am Bettes significant other. Has she been talking about me ? I smile to myself. I am making the coffee when I hear the door open. I turn around. Good morning
Bette : surprised. Oh, good morning, I didnt realize you were up. Can I help ?
Tina : no, its OK, Bette, you have done quite enough.
Bette : Tina, what does that mean ?