No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was still glued to the TV, watching the showdown between two of the greatest contemporary athletes in the nation. Each play was more thrilling than the last.

As I enjoyed the game, I turned to Haley and casually asked, "Who do you think will win this one?"

"Felicia, you actually showed up?" Haley didn't bite on my question, instead, her tone was sharp and accusatory.

I pulled up a chair by her hospital bed and settled in, eyes back on the game. "Weren't you waiting for me to come?"

She was out for blood, and it was clear I was the target.

"You showing up changes nothing. I'll make sure you pay, and it'll hurt more than if you did it yourself," Haley's malice was no longer hidden.

As my favorite player executed a perfect forehand slam, securing the set amidst roaring cheers, I turned back to face Haley. Her complexion was ashen, her frame gaunt, and even her lips had a blue tinge. She looked pitifully frail.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to give up... But you, on the other hand, don't seem to be faring too well these days," I said, reaching out to touch her face.

She recoiled sharply. "Don't touch me."

I chuckled, "What, afraid I might do something to you right now?"

reminded of something Ernest had said in jest last night,

don't,

gaze shifted from my nails to meet her eyes. "So, who do you think will

me, full of resentment, but

TV resumed, and I turned my attention

silent too, but she wasn't watching the game. She

neither side giving an inch after numerous exchanges. With

Let me tell you, I'll make sure your best friend

eyes stayed on the game, but I

it go," she continued to bluster. "Oh, I know that

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moment, watching the game was far more appealing than arguing with her. Plus, I

else do you know?" she was clearly frustrated by my dismissive

to know?" I

then, the TV screen

see Haley holding the remote, having