Note: Thank you for reading my Drabbles. Here is another one. I hope you enjoy it. Also, the ring I'm talking about is the gold ring Nadine used to wear on her little finger during season 1. She's not wearing it on season 2 anymore, instead she is wearing that gold necklace. Of course, that could be due to Bebe's personal preference. Lastly, I feel like this season, Nadine is showing us what she is as a person. Not the depressed, angry, confused Nadine from season 1.
Enjoy!
She knew that the house was temporary. The moment she had set foot in it she knew it was not hers to keep; that she was just passing by. Maybe she should have listened to that little voice then instead of being lulled into her delirious fantasies. The voice that kept telling her you both don't belong here. That this was not yours. But things were clouded then and she was eager to escape; to seek her freedom wherever and at what cost it may take on her.
And now, as she walked through the halls of the once familiar house she could not shake the feeling that yes, she was right then. The time has come to move another page- that the house had served its purpose. She was never materialistic or sentimental, but when it comes to this house and what it meant to her, she could not help but feel teary eyed.
Because although it served its purpose, memories were etched all over the house. Moments where she probably was at her at most happiest. She was free in this house. It's weird to think considering that the four walls kept her in; made her keep secrets, made her turn away from all those things she held near and dear, or so she thought. But in its bizarre constraints, she found freedom, joy, sadness and most of all, love.
Love gained and lost. Love borrowed in time, stolen from another. It's true that this house was a vortex for whatever she'd been through the past six years. But as she made her way outside, letting her hands wander to every surface she could touch, she could not help but feel relieved and a bit proud. As to why, she couldn't say.
One thing is for sure though, she is ready. She is ready to close a chapter and start a new one. What are four walls anyway, they are what they contain. And for Nadine, it was her. She was her house- her memories, her loves, her ambitions, her weaknesses and strengths. It was all her.
Reaching for her back pocket of her jeans she took out the golden ring. It was small, light and simple but heavy with emotions and life. Just like what there relationship was. After more than six years, she finally found the courage to take it off resigning to the fact that it was never meant to occupy more than her little finger. Maybe it's place was in this house amidst all their memories together. This is where it belonged. After all, this was where she wore it first and she thought it was befitting to leave it here. More than the house, the ring was probably the hardest one to let go because for her it symbolized hope. Hope for the future that never was.
Closing the door behind her, she looked at it from the outside again. This time another sense of freedom flowing through her. This was where it was supposed to end. A sentimental ending to an unsentimental story.
Walking a head now, she didn't turn back. After all she was done saying her goodbyes. She's ready to move on. The memories of their love nest, of Vincent will stay with her forever but it won't hurt her anymore. After all she is ready.