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

the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again. "Ah!" I screamed, instinctively reaching for something-anything-to hold

had started, but I was left feeling

for me?

had flung my phone out of 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,"

is instinctual, and I was not

look outside, terrified of

my attention.

be flowing

face, half-covered in blood to

a

on his head.

tired. Just talk to me," he murmured, his

or close to death often felt

other hand, but

and stop the bleeding," I said, desperately searching the