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.

words sent a chill through me. If the car

slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again. "Ah!" I screamed,

it had started, but I was left feeling utterly lost

Ernest calling for me? Where was

had flung my phone out of my grasp, lost to some unknown corner. All I could do was shout back,

was not ready

outside, terrified of

drawing my

to be flowing

half-covered in blood to

a

on his head.

it hurts so much. I'm so tired. Just

or close to death often felt

with my other hand, but hesitated,

searching the car for something to use as a bandage,