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?"

glancing at my nails, reminded of something Ernest had said in jest

you have the guts, just kill me. If you don't,

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

at me, full of resentment, but

on TV resumed, and I turned my attention back to it,

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

inch after numerous exchanges. With each powerful stroke, my excitement

you're here. Let me tell you, I'll make sure your best friend pays for your

stayed on the game, but

to bluster. "Oh, I

ё

with her. Plus, I realized how lucky I was to witness

you know?" she was clearly

really want to know?" I replied

then, the TV

turned to see Haley holding the remote,