It's Sad to Belong

It's Sad to Belong || Will he choose her?

"I don't know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence." - Lang Leav

Here's your confrontation. Please bear in mind this is FICTION. Their behavior is different in REAL life.  Mature Scenes

Nadine gets home close to midnight. She headed to a nearby bar after she left the restaurant.

She could have gone straight home but she knew James wouldn't be there and she didn't want to be alone, so she stayed at the bar and had several drinks.

She of all people should have known that driving under the influence is illegal and can land herself in jail, but she was too depressed and sad to care.

She pulls up in the driveway and sees James's car parked there. Her heart instantly jumps for joy.

She hops out of her car and quickly makes her way inside the house. She opens the door and the house is dark.

She assumes that James is upstairs sleeping.

After all, it is already late. She climbs upstairs and quietly opens the door to the bedroom. She opens the door and immediately sees James sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

It seems like he has been waiting for her all night. The room is dimly lit with several candles, and rose petals are scattered on the floor and all over the bed. Right next to the closet she sees three huge luggage.

She looks at James and sees him walking towards her with a smile on his face.

"Hi, there," he greets, kissing her on the lips. "I've been waiting for you."

"Hi. I was just -what is all this?" she says, looking around.

He takes another step closer and kisses her again, and this time, he tastes the alcohol in her mouth. "Have you been drinking?"

"I just had a few drinks," she says, avoiding his gaze.

He lifts her chin and looks her deeply in the eye. "It's over, Nadine."

"What?" she asks, not sure if she heard him correctly.

"Ericka and I are over," he says, resting his forehead against hers.

"I moved out. I'm all yours, Nadine, and you're mine."

Nadine smiles happily and kisses him passionately.

"Really?" she asks, kissing him again.

"Yes," he replies, placing both his hands on the side of her neck.

"I want to be with you, Nadine. I choose you."

"I love you, James."

A week after.

"Put me down!" she giggles, laughing like a little girl.

"Put me down, James."

"No," he says, tightening his hold on her even more and biting her earlobe playfully.

"Ouch!" she squeals.

"Please, I need a few more minutes. I'm cold, please," she pleads. "I just woke up!"

"Then beg," he whispers.

"Please, James, I need a-"

James flashes her an evil smile and without warning, he turns on the shower and turns her back on the cold, running water.