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

my body to look forward, but the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again. "Ah!" I screamed,

but I was left feeling utterly lost until I heard Ernest's voice

for me? Where was

unknown corner. All I could do was shout back, "Ernest,

is instinctual, and I was not ready to die in such

terrified of seeing flames

a finger hooked mine, drawing my attention.

to be flowing

half-covered in blood

a

on his head.

so much. I'm so tired. Just

those severely injured or close to death

reached out with my other hand, but

to try and stop the bleeding," I said, desperately searching the car for something to use as a bandage, but