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..."

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

faithful, my thoughts pure. Sure, there were times I had to entertain clients and call girls were involved, but I never touched them. I always felt

really convincing mask, maybe it was

anything less than confident. I

our love wasn't strong enough, nothing else would matter otherwise," I played along with his

shut his eyes.

My palm felt sticky; his blood had seeped

bleeding like this, he really would

glanced outside, but could see nothing

Ernest sent for

me to reach out to him; he must have known Ernest would be able to rescue

with my phone gone, I had no way to

a great guy and

absentmindedly hummed in agreement, but then I realized

helicopter filled the air.

tensed up again, fearing it was

gestured for Conrad to be quiet, whispering,

breath,