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.

it. The more I cried, the more intense

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

passed out again in the throes of my emotions, and this time, I dreamt of nothing. When I awoke, the soft glow of a

happened before I fainted flooded back, and I closed my eyes, drained. Though the pain lingered, my emotions had settled. I decided to bury the pain deep

Ernest's voice was soft, filled with concern, even though he

to cause him more

a glass of water

myself," I insisted,

show

vain. My hands trembled, barely able to

drink," Ernest said, steadying the glass for

a few sips, water dribbled down my chin, and Ernest gently

exhausted face

night, I

time is

the s

today," Ernest answered,

to say more, but Ernest's

Not really.

knew

like some chicken noodle