Inevitable

Chapter 5

H.S

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I unbuckle the seatbelt before standing up and getting my bag on the compartment. I quickly sauntered off, desperate to get out of this plane. I just wanted to finish what I needed to finish. What I needed to end. I wanted this to end before it gets deep to the point that I can't get out anymore.

The week was spent with me just on my apartment. I didn't even go to my Masters Degree program. I don't even know if I want to continue it. My mind was clouded with the thought of the girl I left sleeping peacefully two nights ago. I felt shit until now that I just left her there without any closure. I wanted to confess to her about my relationship with Nadine but I don't think that will be a good idea.

I just need to end things and after that I'll start in to that. Maybe I will just go home and spend some time with my mum and sister. That'd be a good idea but first; I just need to end things well.

The weather in New York was pleasant. To pleasant for what will happen. A cab stop in front of me and I immediately got on. I gave the address to the taxi driver. I closed my eyes and slouched on the cab seat. My mind wondered off to the girl in L.A.

All I just can think while I sit here is the way she responds in me. She was so responsive in my touch, kiss or thrust. The way she touches me. The she held me while I drive into her. Oh God. I can feel my jeans tighten. I open my eyes and the familiar scenery of Manhattan was caught in my eyes. The cab stops in a familiar building.

I paid the cab driver and thanking him before going out of the cab. As I shut the door I took a deep breath. This is it. I just need to end this before and the guilt that's been eating me out will be gone.

I walk through the sliding door, being greeted by the guard. I nod at him before continuing to walk to the elevators. Pressing the eight floor button, I can feel my heart so fast in my chest. I'm still hopeful that this will turn out good but I have a feeling that it won't. The elevator dings signaling that I arrived at the eighth floor. For a moment I just stand there. My feet were like planted on the metal floor.

I finally step out of the elevator before it closes. The hallway through her apartment seems short making it so fast to get there. I took a deep breath before raising my hands, getting ready to knock.

Here goes nothing.

I knock on her door twice. I heard small chatters inside. She must have company. I decided to go and just come back tomorrow because it seems like I can't find the words to say to her. But before I can turn back the door swings open.

She was shocked. I can tell her by her facial expression. I rarely visit. She was the one who always go in L.A to surprise me. I think the last time I went here is not because of her. I think when his dad called me to play golf with him.

"Harry." She says in a breathy tone. She steps forward and reaches for my hand with shaky fingers. Why do I have a feeling that she has a feeling why am I here. "I – I didn't know you'll go here." She stutters.

"I – I . We need to – ."

"Nadine. Who was that?" I heard a very familiar voice. "Oh Harry what a pleasant surprise." She smiles. "Nadine didn't tell me you're going to be here. Come in."

She opens the door wider. I hesitated to step in but Nadine grasps my hand and pulling me softly. I look down at her, lips pulled in a thin line. She gave me a shaky smile, as shaky as our relationship right now.