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?"

breaking up," he said, his voice

upset, and somehow, it was also when he sounded

hurt. "I said it because I was mad you

he said, sticking

the moment I opened my eyes," my

remained silent, his gaze softening after a moment, "Are you sure

hurt him, casting doubts about

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

е

and grasped his arm. "The news twisted it. Holding Conrad's hand was to comfort him during a blood transfusion, given his

grip on his hand, "Ernest, if you don't believe me,

cut me off, "It's not just about the

"What else

gaze darkened, "Don't you remember

clueless, shaking his hand for an answer, "What

his Adam's apple more pronounced than usual, "Felicia,

my head,

with me because you love me,