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This story is based on a Chinese legend and is entirely fictitious. I wrote it for fun and am making no profit.

Sam woke up in a cold sweat and sat bolt upright in bed, dragging covers with him. Breathing heavily his eyes darted around the room and immediately checked on Jess lying peacefully next to him.

He stepped as gently as he could out of bed, shaking. It was 2:49am, May 3rd, the morning after his birthday. Sam knew he had been drinking and tried to convince himself his headache and shivers were from the hangover, but he couldn't shake the hunch there was something more.

After checking the kitchen and bathroom for reassurance he returned to the bedroom and walked to the bedside.

"Mmm-Sam? What are you doing up?" Jess mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Go back to, ahhhhh, bed." She pat the empty covers next to her.

"I can't, Jess." Sam said, a little more panicked now. The words came out clipped and quick and he just stood there, frozen, staring at his fiancee.

"Sam?" Jess pondered, more aware now. "Babe is everything alright?" She sat up and turned a lamp on, the light immediately filling the room and illuminating all that had gone on last night. Panties and socks lay strung around the floor, illustrating the outcome of the drunk decisions they had made.

"I don't know, Jess," Sam answered, paying no attention to the room a strew. He had pulled himself away from the bed now and was pulling on jeans and a t-shirt frantically. Just before he headed out the door he snatched his old jacket his father left for him from the foot of the bed and then disappeared.

Worried now, Jess groggily got out of bed and ran after Sam. She caught up to him in the kitchen, throwing up. She immediately poured a glass of cold water for him and leaned in the door frame.

Without even noticing the water, he grabbed car keys and ran out the door, pushing Jess out of the way.

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going!" Jess hollered into the night at him, extremely irritated. She ran outside in the nipping cold, naked.

Grabbing Sam's arm he loomed over her. She felt intimidated but also felt such a strong love for him that she fought back tears seeing that he has leaving with no warning.

"Where are you going, Sam?" She repeated, her voice shaking.

After a silent moment of just staring into each other's eyes, Sam spoke up.

"I-I don't know, Jess. I just know I have to leave right now and start driving and-" his voice cracked and Jess began to cry.

Sam couldn't help his own self, he was being forced to leave and could not walk away, therefore he stepped into the car and backed out of their driveway. Jess reluctantly stepped away from the car and watched him leave. He had never done anything like this before.

What's wrong with Sam? She asked herself. Is it my fault?