No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Even though Ernest had recorded his last game for me, it just wasn't the same as being there in person.

"Alright, I'll save the best seat for you," Jefferson said to me with a smile.

"Go get 'em, Jefferson," I said, making a fist of encouragement.

Jefferson nodded. "You take care of yourself too."

"Yeah, I'm about to grab some food and hit the sack," I said, feeling my eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

I had a rough night and didn't sleep well, felt wide awake all day, and now, just when I was finally feeling sleepy, I was ready to drop my phone and crash.

"Get some rest, let Ernest whip up something nice for you," Jefferson said before hanging up.

I tossed my phone aside and glanced at the kitchen, shrouded in darkness.

I did want him to make me something good, but that required him actually showing up.

He was playing hard to get, and I wondered how long he could keep that up.

With those thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

After nearly twenty-four hours without sleep, I was exhausted. I slept so deeply I didn't even dream, waking only when the morning sun hit my eyes.

For some reason, I was still feeling tired, so I turned over and buried my head in the pillow. But that move made every muscle in my body scream in pain, making me cry out involuntarily, "Ernest, I'm hurting, give me a massage."

However, my call was met with silence, no movement or response. I called out again, "Ern..."

stopped before I could

wasn't here anymore. Why was I still calling for him? That's the scary part about

gotten used to Conrad, and now,

now I had to get used to them being gone, leaving

I was still lost in thought, and it took me a while to reach

It was Dustin calling.

me, and

now he was

ignore it, but

might

just show up here.

wontent

wiser to just answer

hesitating for a few seconds, I finally picked up.

Dustin could hear the

up so early, Dustin?"

he

for a moment before asking, "How

silent for a few seconds too. "Can we not

believe you, huh?" Dustin

having already

silence, Dustin didn't press further.

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