No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 300



"Licia, let's do something special tonight. How about we camp in the backyard and count the stars together?" Dad's voice was always a beacon of warmth and comfort.

"Licia, come on, sweetheart. Take your medicine for me, okay?" Mom's gentle coaxing was a familiar tune in our home.

"Licia..."

...

"Dad, Mom..." I reached out for them, a desperate plea on my lips, but my hands got gently restrained. The familiar voice that had been a constant in my life sounded, "Licia, come on, wake up. Please wake up..."

As the voice continued, a pair of hands cradled my face.

I saw Ernest's worried expression, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. "Licia, it's me. Ernest."

It was Ernest. Reality crashed over me, pulling me from the depths of my sorrowful dream. But the clearer my mind became, the sharper the pain. I bit down on my lip hard, fighting the tears, the grief.

The next moment, Ernest gently pried my mouth open. "Licia, let go. Don't hurt yourself. Please listen to me..."

Hearing Ernest call my name, memories of my parents flickered through my mind. I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat.

Ernest wrapped his arms around me instantly, pulling me into his embrace. I sobbed into his shoulder, my fists pounding against him. No one could understand my grief, the unbearable pain of loss.

souls, why did they have to leave this world in such a way? I couldn't accept it. The more I cried, the more intense the pain became, a feeling of helplessness that made me wish I could

tight, preventing any self-harm. In frustration, I bit hard

of nothing. When I awoke, the soft glow of a lamp filled the room, and Ernest was there, slumping over

Though the pain lingered, my emotions had settled. I decided to bury the pain deep within my

Ernest's voice was soft, filled

nodded, not wanting to cause

sit up, bringing a

myself,"

to show

hands trembled, barely able to grip the

Ernest said, steadying the glass

few sips, water dribbled down my chin, and

his exhausted face

night, I

"What time is

the

in the evening today," Ernest

Ernest's hand soothingly

Not really.

Ernest like that, I knew he

nodded. "I'd like some chicken noodle