There’s a silence in the air tonight. 
There’s a secret we can’t hide behind, 
No more. 

She let her tears flow down, tired of holding them back. As she laid back and let Jodie do what she wanted with her body, she just cried. Cried for the demise of their relationship, whatever there was of it, cried for the destruction of the façade that she had created, the world where all was right with her and Jodie and where she believed she could live happily ever after with Jodie.

Baby you’re lying, lying. 
I see the truth you’re hiding, hiding. 
I look at you and I, I, just died in your eyes, eyes. 
Before I start crying, crying 
Give me a reason for trying, trying. 
The one thing that keeps me alive, I, just died in your eyes, eyes. 
Just died in your eyes, eyes. 
Just died in your eyes. 

3 am.

Bette rolled out of bed. Jodie was dead to the world already, having exhausted herself with trying to get Bette to stay. After Bette faked a climax, Jodie had fallen asleep feeling satisfied that Bette would at least give her one more chance.

Bette gathered up her personal belongings, the more expensive and important stuff, her work things and packed as much as she could into a suitcase. She had called for a taxi to bring her to the airport.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. 

While on the way to the airport, she flicked through the photos of Jodie and herself on her phone. And there it was – evidence. At the beginning of their relationship, Jodie had looked at her with lust, which was mutual to be honest. Towards the middle of their relationship, when she had gone to New York to get Jodie back, the look on Jodie’s face when she had seen Bette, that, yes that was love. But it was fleeting, less than 2 weeks later; the look of lust was back, stronger than ever.

I, I, just died in your eyes, eyes. 

“How may I help you ma’am?”

“I want the very first 1^st Class ticket to LA that you can give me please.”

“Very well, your flight is in 2 hours time.”

Bette sank into the seats in the 1^st Class Passenger Lounge, sighing.

She signaled to the man behind the bar “Could I have a scotch neat please?”

She gulped down the drink, feeling the burn. Anything to distract herself.

Yes that would do for at least the first few days. She would go back to LA quietly, go out and party away her troubles. Before she had to face everything and everyone. Especially the one she both desired and dreaded – Tina.