No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The crash was like my worst nightmare come to life, something I never imagined I'd actually experience.

The desperation I felt was profound, mirroring what my parents must have felt years ago.

No, their despair would have been even greater, dying from their injuries.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but thankfully, Ernest was there, constantly reassuring me. "Licia, don't be scared. Help's already on its way, and I'm coming too."

His words were a lifeline, urging me to try and escape the wreck. But no matter how hard I tried, the doors wouldn't budge.

"Stop, it hurts," Conrad's pained whisper stopped me in my tracks.

Hearing him, I dared not move or even speak.

"Licia, why aren't you talking? Are you okay?" Ernest's worried voice came through, seeking my response.

"I'm okay," I whispered back, trying to keep my voice down.

"Check if the car's caught fire or if you can smell gas," Ernest instructed, concern evident in his voice.

the car was to catch fire, we'd have no chance

I shifted my body to look forward, but the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again. "Ah!" I screamed, instinctively reaching for something-anything-to

was left feeling utterly

me? Where

corner. All I could do was shout back, "Ernest, the car flipped again." "Ernest, please get someone to

of death is instinctual, and I was not ready to die in such a senseless

didn't dare to look outside, terrified of seeing flames engulfing

mine, drawing my

be flowing

half-covered in

a

on his head.

it hurts so much. I'm so tired. Just talk to me," he murmured,

severely injured or close to death often felt an

other hand, but hesitated,

I said, desperately searching