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.

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

Ernest held me tight, preventing any self-harm. In frustration, I bit hard on his

of my emotions, and this time, I dreamt of nothing. When I awoke, the soft

back, and I closed my eyes, drained. Though the pain lingered,

you want some water?" Ernest's voice was soft, filled

to cause him

a glass

it myself," I insisted,

show strength

hands trembled, barely able to grip

drink," Ernest said, steadying the glass

dribbled down my chin, and Ernest gently

his exhausted face and

night, I

"What time

the s

evening today," Ernest

to say more, but Ernest's hand soothingly stroked my head.

Not really.

I knew he

nodded. "I'd like some