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Tears in a Bottle (Bette/Tina)
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Prompt: Song meme: "Tears Dry On Their Own," Amy Winehouse
Title: Tears in a Bottle
Words: 147
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Bette/Tina breakup
Rating: G
Disclaimer: "The L Word" is not my property. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Bette didn't believe in much, and now she believed in a little less. Still, the tears would dry. They would have to. She didn't have much time to cry.
She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't cry. Bette hardened her heart, tightened her lip, and said, "I want you to move out."
Tina looked hurt, but she couldn't care about that. She couldn't break down again. She had work to do. Didn't she always? There was always work. Work, Angelica, Tina, Kit-- the constants in her life. Or so she'd thought. She'd known. She'd believed.
Bette didn't believe in much, and now she believed in a little less. Still, the tears would dry. They would have to. She didn't have much time to cry.
But then the house was so empty that she couldn't stand it, and she carried her tears in a bottle and sulked by her pool, feeling like a lake monster stalking in the darkness. She brooded. She worked. There was always work, no matter what.
Perhaps it was a good thing they'd never married.
Prompt: Song meme: "Tears Dry On Their Own," Amy Winehouse
Title: Tears in a Bottle
Words: 147
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Bette/Tina breakup
Rating: G
Disclaimer: "The L Word" is not my property. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Bette didn't believe in much, and now she believed in a little less. Still, the tears would dry. They would have to. She didn't have much time to cry.
She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't cry. Bette hardened her heart, tightened her lip, and said, "I want you to move out."
Tina looked hurt, but she couldn't care about that. She couldn't break down again. She had work to do. Didn't she always? There was always work. Work, Angelica, Tina, Kit-- the constants in her life. Or so she'd thought. She'd known. She'd believed.
Bette didn't believe in much, and now she believed in a little less. Still, the tears would dry. They would have to. She didn't have much time to cry.
But then the house was so empty that she couldn't stand it, and she carried her tears in a bottle and sulked by her pool, feeling like a lake monster stalking in the darkness. She brooded. She worked. There was always work, no matter what.
Perhaps it was a good thing they'd never married.