No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Ever since the breakup, I hadn't even glanced at Conrad, let alone stood this close to him.

But there he was, right in front of me, badly injured.

The memory of the car flipping over played in my mind, how he had shielded me with his body, taking the brunt of the impact to protect me.

"Conrad, say something," I urged him.

I knew talking was futile; it would only make him want to sleep more.

"What should I say?" he murmured weakly.

"Anything. Tell me what you've been thinking since we split, talk about Haley Perez if you must. And where did you go recently?" I blurted out, a flood of bottled-up questions pouring out.

He remained silent. I thought he had fallen asleep, but just as I was about to call out to him again, he spoke, "Felicia, I truly love you."

My breath caught at his words, his pale face from loss of blood making it hard for me to respond.

"You're the only girl I've ever really liked. After meeting you... other women just seem like regular people to me, I can't even distinguish their gender..."

women have shown interest in me... there were even those who stripped and lay in my bed while I was away on trips... But I never told you because I know you're sensitive

girls were involved, but I never touched them. I

her scheme. I guess she just wore a really convincing mask, maybe it was fate trying to mess with us..." He struggled to open his eyes as he

looking anything less than confident. I

aligned, or our love wasn't strong enough, nothing else would matter otherwise,"

then shut his eyes. "Yeah, guess

palm felt sticky; his

bleeding like this, he really

nothing beyond the tangled branches

sent for

told me to reach out to him; he must have known Ernest would

I had no

know he's a great guy and you're with him because he moved you,

but then I realized

helicopter filled the air.

it was Club Q's scouts coming back

Conrad to

my breath, watching the helicopter