No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

He truly knocked the wind out of me with just one sentence.

I was certain now that it was some fabricated news that had led him to misunderstand me.

While I did have a role in this mess, the anger boiling inside me was undeniable. We had promised to trust each other, yet he was ready to condemn me without a word based on mere news.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "If I say it's a big mess, would you just turn around and walk away?"

"Yes!" Ernest shot back with unnerving certainty.

I gritted my teeth. "Ernest, you're really top-notch at being a jerk."

He didn't respond, just looked at me with a calm that made it impossible to lash out with the harsh words teetering on the tip of my tongue.

I spun around, fuming, and plopped down on the couch. Ernest followed, taking a seat but keeping a deliberate distance between us.

When he used to hover over me, I'd scoot away, and he'd pull me back into his arms. Now, he maintained this calculated gap, clearly signaling his state of mind.

My heart felt sour as I faced him. "Are you really breaking up with me?"

mentioned breaking up," he said, his voice

lower when he was upset, and somehow, it was also when he sounded

"I said it because I was mad you

sticking to his usual few

my eyes," my voice broke, "Ernest, you're the person

softening after a moment, "Are you sure it's really me you

hurt him,

about lingering feelings for him. It was about valuing life. It wouldn't have

е

stayed still as I moved next to him and grasped his arm. "The news twisted it. Holding Conrad's hand was to comfort him during a blood transfusion, given his critical

as I tightened my grip on his hand, "Ernest,

me

else is it

gaze darkened, "Don't you remember

clueless, shaking his hand for

clenched, his Adam's apple more pronounced than usual, "Felicia, are you trying to twist

shook my head, "I

love me, or is it for some other reason?" "Of course, it's because I love you,"