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.

a chill through me. If the car was to catch fire,

forward, but the slightest movement made the

stopped almost as quickly as it had started, but I was

for me? Where was my

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

death is instinctual, and I was not

to look outside, terrified of seeing flames engulfing the

finger hooked mine, drawing my attention. I looked

be

half-covered in

a

on his head.

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

injured or close to death often felt an

out with my other hand,

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