Days had past transpiring into a palette of fused colours, Tina found herself to abashed with nostalgia of their past. But yet she felt at sixes and sevens when it came to the present, where had all that love dissipated too.

Tina danced around many issues revolving around her heart, she loved Bette so why did this feel like it was already starting to be the start of a goodbye.
Bette sat her office desk, to afraid to breathe too loudly she knew her conscience was faultering at the dull and darkened room she saw when she closed her eyes. Questioning her heart, she could feel the ache that readily awaited, she couldn’t shake the feeling of crumbling inside. She maintained a hard exterior; surely she was defeated. Something had changed long ago, but she couldn’t place it, was it Tina or herself for that matter.

The jolts of pain came few and far between but still caused the brunette to feel disoriented. The abundance of realization slowly conforming to have no choice but to unravel the commotion this love had become. It was mess as she spiralled into a tired cognition this was all too real. Her mouth became dry, the fleeting feeling making her feel giddy truly not herself. The thought of losing everything made her feel sick. She had no one to blame but herself, Tina had tried but she couldn’t let go. She loved Tina more than life itself, she didn’t know why she let Tina’s abandonment kill her to her very core. She came back after all, but it had been far from easy. More of a battle with her heart to keep from spilling, erupting into an erratic mess. She hid this part of herself from Tina.

Bette found herself grabbing her purse she needed to get out; even if just for a short while. She needed to breathe without the watchful eyes of colleagues that could instantly tell she had become so undone.
Flying past the reception area she was met with questioning eyes but still they remained impartial to such prying thoughts that were starting to materialize at the brunettes abrupt behaviour.

"Hold my calls, I will be back shortly". With that Bette had left the building almost running to feel the waves of heat, the wind, the bustle of the streets anything but her thoughts she locked away night after night.
Walking in the mid afternoon sun, had proved more of a task at hand as it beamed almost blistering her skin. The suns rays were to be anything but gentle, more blazened and the walk provided a distraction from work. Walking six or more blocks she hadn’t be quite sure the direction she had been searching for.