You want to see them? Theyre in my trunk? I asked, feeling the unsuremedd fall off my shoulders as she answered:

Yes… Oh yes!

I closed my eyes and at once saw a whole other scene in which she could say those words… A WHOLE other scene… My breath was quivery as I noticed the powerfull arousel that imagining that scene caused in my body. And quickly I turned my back on Bette, hoping she hadnt seen the confusion on my burning red face.

Leading her to my car she seemed to recover from the first shock… It was just the two of us in the cold nightair and when I shivered, she took my hand and squeezed it tenderly

*How could I ever think I would be able to ANTICIPATE on her touch?*

She squeezed it tighter as I opened the trunk with my free hand, revealing those paintings I had bought in a secondhand shop that afternoon. I turned to her, feeling the insecureness crawl upto my throat again, but before I could ask if she liked it she let go of my hand and used hers to cover her face, sobbing sofltly.

Oh god, Bette… Im sorry… Im sososo sorry… I saw that one painting in your office, read the name… I… I remembered seeing something like it… I shouldnt have interfered…

Bette:

My mother… I saw her when I saw those paintings… I saw her pick out the colors… I saw her absentmindedly stroke my hair as I stood there in wonder of what she… MY mother… would create with just a few paintbrushes and some paint…

In my eyes she was an artist… In my eyes she was the world…

To have those paintings… to see them again was like a dream come true. And with all my emotions, all my memories rushing through my body… I lost control and broke down… again…

*Geez Porter… Get yourself together! This is pathetic! Surely not the kind of impression you want to make*

But I couldnt control my feelings…. It felt as if since I met this ravishing blond woman all my emotions were running wild… Everything I felt, from happyness to sadness was extremely strong… I was like… riding on a gigantic wave of emotions… Something I, steadyminded being my middlename, had never experienced before…

Oh god, Bette… Im sorry… Im sososo sorry… I saw that one painting in your office, read the name… I… I remembered seeing something like it… I shouldnt have interfered…

Hearing her soft voice somehow brought me back to the moment… back to here and now.

I gasped and felt the saltness of my tears burn in my lung as I quickly answered:

Oh no T! Its not that! Please dont think that! Its just that Im so…

I looked into her eyes, desperatly looking for words to grasp my stade of mind at that moment. I had never understood what the statement eyes are the windows of the soul was supposed to mean but looking into those hazel eyes it hit me… My soul and her seemed to intertwine and I felt a warmth in my heart… My state of mind now was very clear to me, and I had no problems to find the word that fit it best:

Happy

I hesitated but I had to do what my soul

*And hers? Would that be wishfull thinking again?*

so desparatily demanded. I stepped closer to her, seeing her eyes shining brighter that the brightest stars and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her real close, closer than we had ever been…

It felt like her body fit mine perfectly… Sighing she put her head on my shoulder. And it felt as if it belonged there… As if she was a piece of me that I hadnt realized I was missing untill I found it

Thank you

I whispered and closing my eyes, I tried to memorize every shape of her, the soft curve of her hips, of her breasts… I so desparatly wanted to grasp and hold onto this moment forever…

*I will never love anyone else the way I love her… Ever…*

——————— TBC ——————–