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.

have to leave this world in such a way? I couldn't accept it. The more I cried,

self-harm. In frustration, I bit hard on

in the throes of my emotions, and this time, I dreamt of nothing. When I awoke, the soft glow of a lamp filled the

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

want some water?" Ernest's voice was soft, filled with concern, even though he was barely

nodded, not wanting to cause him more

sit up, bringing a glass of water to my

myself," I insisted, though

show

hands trembled, barely

drink," Ernest said, steadying

a few sips, water dribbled down my

his exhausted

night, I

time is

the s

the evening today," Ernest answered, understanding

Ernest's hand soothingly stroked my head.

Not really.

Ernest like that, I knew

like some chicken