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.

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

situation, I shifted my body to look forward, but the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world started spinning again.

it had started, but I was left feeling utterly lost

me? Where

out of my grasp, lost to some unknown corner. All I could do was shout back, "Ernest, the car flipped again." "Ernest,

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

dare to look outside, terrified of seeing flames engulfing

mine, drawing my attention. I

be

half-covered in blood

a

on his head.

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

movies that those severely injured or close

sank. I reached out with my other hand,

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