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..."

bed

entertain clients and call girls were involved, but I never touched them. I always felt they were

wore a really convincing mask, maybe it was fate trying to mess

looking anything less than confident. I had never seen

enough, nothing else

shut his eyes. "Yeah,

this up now?" My palm felt

like this, he really would die from blood

could see nothing beyond the tangled branches

sent for

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

phone gone, I had no

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

I was pondering over our rescue, I absentmindedly hummed in agreement, but then I realized what he was implying and was about to clarify when

helicopter filled the air.

nerves tensed up again, fearing it was Club Q's scouts coming back

for Conrad to be quiet,

I held my breath, watching the helicopter from inside the