No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 138



I laughed. "Ernest, I've made myself clear. If our goals aren't the same, it's best we go our separate ways."

"But you need a boyfriend, right?" he asked me.

"Sure, I do. But I can't keep up with a military man like you. I'll find another way," my words seemed to deepen the intensity in Ernest's eyes.

I thought he would try to stop me or compromise, but I overestimated my importance. He said nothing.

"Goodbye. Sorry for the abruptness," I said, turning to get into my car and driving away, almost like I was fleeing the scene.

see me anymore, I stopped the car, took a moment to catch my breath, and regretted the impulsiveness provoked by last night's drinks. I should've considered anyone else, even Jefferson,

my parents' gravesite. Aside from Memorial Day and the anniversaries of their deaths, I seldom visited there. But lately, I'd been dreaming

a bouquet already there, barely wilted, suggesting

only our family friends, like Herschel and Jacqueline, would remember. Could it have been them who visited?

wilted flowers aside

When looking at the young faces of my parents on the headstone, my heart felt heavy, but

I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill the wish you, Herschel, and Jacqueline had for us to

losing track of time until the heat of the sun reminded me it was time to go. As I was about to throw away the wilted flowers, I noticed they were daisies,

them.

not them, then who? My curiosity turned into a perplexing sensation. Could there have been an old friend