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

were involved, but I never touched them. I always felt they were tainted... If I

wore a really convincing mask, maybe it was fate trying to mess with us..." He struggled to open his eyes as he said this, looking at

knew was always strong, assertive, never looking anything less than confident. I had

that our destinies aren't aligned, or our love wasn't strong enough, nothing else would matter otherwise," I played

then shut his eyes. "Yeah, guess it's my own

now?" My palm felt sticky; his

this, he really

but could see nothing beyond the tangled branches

sent for

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

my phone gone, I had no way

don't believe you truly love Ernest know he's a great guy

our rescue, I absentmindedly hummed in agreement, but then I

helicopter filled the air.

it was Club Q's scouts coming back

for Conrad to be quiet,

obediently remained silent, and I held my breath, watching the helicopter from inside the wrecked