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.

through me. If the car was to catch fire, we'd have no

but the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again.

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

me?

my grasp, lost to some unknown corner. All I could do was shout back, "Ernest, the car flipped again." "Ernest, please get someone to save us, hurry,"

not

dare to look outside, terrified of seeing flames

mine, drawing my

be flowing

face, half-covered in blood to

a

on his head.

I'm so tired. Just talk to me," he

or close to death often felt

reached out with my other hand, but hesitated, unsure where to place

desperately searching the car for