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    The Nearness of You, Chapter 1

    Story written on March 29, 2007 by NYGayLady.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=65130
    Author Notes:

    A B&T beginning. Relocated.

                Bette sat on the train to New York City, one elbow rested on the ledge of the window, her hand to her forehead to block the direct mid-afternoon sunlight.  The ice of the river floated in jagged chunks, the smooth sheets fallen victim to the warm day the Hudson Valley had been graced with the week before.  She momentarily glanced away from the majestic view and to her iPod, searching for Schubert after deciding it would be the perfect music for her view.  Searching through all the music options and seeing nothing, quickly becoming annoyed that her gaze was being kept from the window, she instead chose Mozart.  As soon as “Symphony No. 40” began, she knew it was too intense a choice, but opted to let it play nonetheless, determined to enjoy the ride in spite of her encroaching tiredness, a direct result of her sleepless night.  The perils of AMS, she mused, pausing to jot down a few lines in the notebook that lay open in her lap.  She went back to gazing out the window shortly, pen poised should another thought strike her.

                Just as the music switched to the more appropriate “Marriage of Figaro,” a gentle voice broke through her reverie.

                “Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” asked the blonde hesitantly, indicating the two open spaces beside the brunette.

                “No, go ahead,” she replied, removing the bag from the seat next to her and placing it on the floor between her feet.

                The blonde slid into the seat, mirroring Bette’s actions and placing her bag on the floor as well.  She smiled shyly at Bette before turning to face forward.  Bette tore her eyes from the scene out the window and casually, discretely, observed the young woman sitting next to her.

                Her hair was not quite shoulder length and looked soft to Bette.  The woman had a warm smile, friendly, one that lit up her eyes and made her even more compelling.  Her legs rested easily together, crossed, her top foot tucked just under the bottom of the seat in front of them.  Her hand lay in her lap, and she absent-mindedly played with the ring she wore on her right hand.  Her eyes were a lively light brown, and they darted around, following an old man as he unsteadily made his way through the tilting car, lighting on the little girl who slept against her mother across the aisle.  Bette noted the small smile that twitched at the corners of the blonde’s mouth as she watched the toddler slumbering.  Her eyes then shifted to look past Bette and out the window at the steep slopes that fell into the green, angry water of the river, the banks lined with jostling masses of broken ice pushing into the shore and onto itself, destroying its own larger pieces as it did.  As her eyes once again moved on, they fleetingly caught Bette’s unabashed inventory, causing the blonde’s face to flush as she quickly looked away.

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    1. “You need to borrow my dictionary?” That one line made me smile so wide…wonderful beginning. Still catching up on your past works, but also looking forward to this journey! Thanks!

    2. I love beginings. I like this one.. thus far. I like the academic, professional Bette meeting Tina on a random train. I can’t wait to find out more about both of them..

    4. It’s intimidating to post a story without knowing where you’re headed, but you’ll also find it’s somewhat liberating. I’m looking forward to seeing where this takes us (and you). And bring on Bette’s vocabulary! I have my dictionary ready.

    5. Someone finally let me finish reading this new story of yours (any idea who I am talking about)and I think it is a very good beginning. You know I love everything you write, so please continue on with this one NY. Thanks!

    10. I am in awe of your writing ability. Vasser, ummmm, sounds like you had fun there. I live to far away from my alma mater U of Hawaii to ever get that feel of the campus life again. Love the story and am bummed that we do not know what Tina does for a living.

    11. This is lovely NY and I can hardly wait for the next chapter. You do like the old songs, I do too, and they always tell such a loving story; as do you. Next chapter please. Thanks for showing us how to fall in love.

    16. Your way with words has got me loving the story already. The imagery, and the ease they have with each other is wonderful. (Nice shout out to Marina as well.) I’m in, I’ll wait as long as necessary between posts. You just take your time, I’ll be reading. Anyway, it’ll help me get through a few more cycles… ;) I’m a ways off ever having acceptance, so I’ll join you in the “resurrection” stage. Thanks for the chapter, NY.

    18. I already love it, first because it’s different, second because it’s good. Why do I have the feeling you could make most if not all of the story happen on the train?

    21. Amongst many things I could say to you right now, let me say that you have this very way of yours each time you start a new story, a way that leave us hanging on the last sentence and desperately wanting for more… So here it is… please more! thanks ;)

    24. Ahh the pressure of posting. It is the buggar that can get you. Hey relax and enjoy we all love all that you write including this new story and I for one will wait as long as it takes for you to post it all. Thanks

    25. Well, of course I like this… you wrote it, didn’t you? It’s always such a PLEASURE to read your stories… (yes, damn it! LOL). Your writing is so evocative… it should be read out loud – it even sounds good. ‘The Nearness of You’… ahh, the title of one of my all time favorite songs. I can’t wait for more… cause I for one know that this is going to be great. Thank you, NY!

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