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.

such a way? I couldn't accept it. The more I cried, the more intense the

tight, preventing any self-harm. In frustration,

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

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

Ernest's voice was soft, filled with

nodded, not wanting to cause

up, bringing a glass of water to my

it myself,"

show strength

My hands trembled, barely

steadying the

few sips, water dribbled down my chin,

his exhausted face

night, I

time

the s

ten in the evening today," Ernest

more, but Ernest's hand soothingly

Not really.

Ernest like that, I knew he must have

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